I remember my grandmother. She died many years ago now at a great advanced age. A wrinkled, domineering old crone manipulating the family with talk of her share of the family fortune. The family had gone from pitmen to local tycoons in two generations and she used her supposed share to get her own way in everything. My father, old bad tempered misery as he was, was terrified of her, so she parked herself on us for the last fifteen years of her life, my grandfather having inconveniently but probably thankfully for him having dropped down dead on his 65th birthday, no doubt terrified at the thought of retitement.
Anyway playing with old family photographs revitalising them with AI I came across one of her at the age of 18. Here she is:
And that’s the funny thing, you don’t think the wrinkled old crone you knew was once a charming, attractive young woman, or that the stupid old duffer down the road was once a dashing young man full of verve and energy. It’s worth remembering.
