This is what comes to mind when I think of my father's mother: playing in her beautiful garden. I had a statue of liberty hat/crown and I was queen of the garden.
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We're guessing that I'm around 4 years old. Darien, CT.
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My comment on this photo: Dang dad, you were ripped!