Seeing Grandma with New Eyes




Helen Elizabeth Nimmo, c.1908

I got caught in a time warp when I enhanced and colorized photographs of my grandmother taken when she was a child. Seeing the pain revealed on Grandma's face makes my heart reach for her in a way that it never did when she was alive. We spent a great deal of time together when I was young, mostly playing card games. Despite her physical proximity, there was always an emotional distance. Now I can feel her pain. If I only had understood then...


College graduation, Spring 1967


Above is the last photograph taken of Grandma and me.





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