Sure, she liked her grandmother. She always slipped her candy. But she had that slightly funny smell and the whiskers tickled when she moved in for a kiss.

Uncle John there, trying out his new flash, smelled of aftershave and a tinge of bourbon. It was a mysterious smell in a different kind of way ...

Funny how pictures can become personally iconic. There came a time when little innocent snapshots like this where how this woman thought of the old lady in the background. And then, for some reason she or someone didn't find it important anymore and this picture came to me.

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