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| In Grandma Gay's kitchen, celebrating her birthday. l-r, Tracy, Ken Gay, Georgia Lee Gay, Tim Gay, Me. |
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| After being told to "sit up straight" for the next photo, I remember taking on my more subtle way of acting out, crossing my eyes. |
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| Sweaty little kids surrounding their grandmother in the hot August summer in Meridian, MS. I remember feeling like my cousins were weird for calling our Grandma Gay "Mama Lee." It was a family tradition as my mom called her grandmother Mama Nanny and her first name was Nancy. |
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| Tracy would be 3 years old and I was 6. Grandma Gay never seemed to change no matter what age. |
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| Bless my parents for the foresight to start our traditional shot upon departure. Over the year we have a very nice progression of photos in this same location. Tracy and I are in matching dresses that Mom made for us. I think Mom made her our dress too. |
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| We pulled to the side of the road for a shot of me picking a cotton boll. |
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| Roadside kudzu in 1968. |
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| Red dirt of the south. |
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| Dad holds on to Tracy so she won't escape. |
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| The Natural Bridge in Alabama, on our way home. |
