I love this old photo of my maternal grandmother...she is second from the far right. She died of brain cancer when I was about 4 years old and I wished I could remember her. What I have are very fuzzy fleeting recollections that I am not sure are entirely my own; rather, I think they are crafted from family stories and I just think I am recalling real memories.
Can you imagine trying to play volleyball in these uniforms? The coach doesn't look much older than the girls on the team.
In a few months from that photo's date, that same young girl will become a wife.
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