Generation gap

These are photographs of my daughter and her great grandmother in an ice cream shop in the Berkshires. 

My great grandmother on my mother’s side lived until I was about ten, and my great grandfather on my father’s side lived next door to me until I was about eight, and yet I have no photographs like this at all.

Then again, I only have about twenty photographs from my entire childhood, so perhaps that explains things.

I’ve always felt exceedingly fortunate about growing up in a time just before computers and the Internet became ubiquitous, yet spending most of my adult life with the benefits of both, but the digital camera is the one technological advance that I wish had existed during my childhood.  

My hope is that Clara treasures these photographs someday as much as I do right now.   

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