My mom's name was Virginia. She died on today's date in 1986, from cancer at the age of 63.
She ended life as Gini, but along the way she way Ginny for a while, as signed on this old photo holder.
This is the earliest photo I have of her, sitting in this ornate chair. I don't know whose chair, whose house, what occasion, just that it's her. That's true of many of the photos I have and makes me wish I had asked when I'd had the opportunity. Actually, it looks like a photographer's studio shot.
She hung out on the porch of this house cause I have this shot, plus two others of her with women I don't know.
She knew how to roller skate. She looks like a ragamuffin in this one with her jacket falling off one shoulder and her baggy old stockings. What a hassle those must have been.
And that goofy haircut. She had two older sisters and neither of them had such a severe hairstyle at that age.
This is her with her grandma whose name I'm not sure of. I don't even know if this is her dad's mom or her mom's mom.
I love the old lady's dress and apron. Looks like a high school or factory in the background. This was probably in Dayton OH.
She liked animals. She always had a cat or three lounging around the house. No idea where this pig picture was taken but it always make me smile. Nice bandanna hair knot thing she has going.
This is my favorite picture of her.
Her hair was never that long after I was born. She always wore it short and efficient, but she never went out of the house without that red lipstick. God forbid.
That's all, gotta go!