My (adoptive) parents & my maternal grandmother (who raised me).
My maternal grandmother and I. She was the MOST IMPORTANT person in my life. She brought me up. I called her ‘Ambili Amma‘ (Moon Mother). First words I spoke. Changed my life.
You can get a glimpse of my father’s large library through the French windows. My mother, an expert cake maker made these 3D cakes. This wasn’t her fanciest.
The sign on the bike says ’60’ (I think). That is my mother’s youngest sister, who lived with us — as did my grandmother. You can see our ‘Borgward’ in the car porch
As I have already spoken about & POSTED, I got an Epson FastFoto 680W so I could start digitizing my childhood pictures (or what I still have left). I already posted the 1st batch from 1953. These were the very first COLOR photos. I think they are from 1960 — judging from sign on the bike and the candles on the cake. I could, as ever, be wrong. Could be BOTH 1959 + 1960. C’est la vie.
