This picture was found amongst the treasures in my grandma's attic after she, and all of her children, had passed away.
I have no idea who she is, and that makes me sad. Someone cared enough about her at one time to have her picture put into this ornate wooden frame but now her identity is lost forever.
I sometimes think about who in my family she resembles. I have one idea, but there is nothing concrete to prove or disprove my theory.
This picture is a reminder to me how important it is to write down our stories for those who will come after us.