Young Face in an Ancient Photo
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There was the old woman passing the time of the day in her overstuffed chair, looking out the window. Faded blue eyes peered out at the world behind her glasses. The frames were old fashioned dating from the 1960's, never changing through all the years I had come here on our Sunday visits.
But then nothing seemed to have changed in the small house where she lived and the kitchen was perpetually cluttered. Not dirty but just clutterred, like you'd find in my childhood room.
Next to her chair sat the basket with her crotcheting or one of her quilt projects. She always gave the family quilts for Christmas, whether we wanted them or not. One year I got one with horses cut out from old materials and this was the only one I really liked.
It wasn't until I was about six or seven and bored with sitting around while my parents, aunts and uncles all sat around in the tiny living room. But she was happy - or so she appeared to be...