Three generations--me wrapped in a blanket being held by my beautiful mother in an awesome swing jacket and a pretty cute haircut, and behind her: the Dragon Lady. Her mother, Nettie. Since this was 1950 that hat would have been the epitome of style in small-town mid-America. Nettie was an English teacher for many years and in the 70's started teaching English as a second language to the hordes of Hmongs who for some crazy reason picked her small town in Wisconsin to flee to from persecution in southeast Asia. She HATED the Hmongs but she was sure as shootin' going to make sure they spoke proper English!
Nettie died several years ago and Mom left us this past January. And so it goes . . .