“A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.” -Eudora Welty

Here’s a Southern story, from the Big Easy.

This is my Grandfather George and his mother, Annette. My Grandfather was one and a half, and Annette was only 21 when this photo was taken in the 1940s in New Orleans.

George’s father died before he was born, and is buried in one of New Orleans famous cemeteries. Annette remarried and my Grandfather George was adopted by her new husband. He raised George like he was his own.

Annette passed about 14 years ago, and still had those perfect eyebrows and smile! Her smile lives on through my mother, also named Annette, myself and my niece.

My Grandfather George is now in his 70s, still working hard in south Louisiana. He tells me stories of the corruption and happenings in New Orleans when he was a youngster. We’re related to the owners of Central Grocery (the first muffulettas!) and have deep roots in Louisiana.

The older I get, the more Grandpa George tells me more of the truth of our family stories. Maybe one day I’ll hear the whole truth 🙂 ~ shared by @ashleyparrino