My grandma and I share a perpetual reluctance to keep things organized, a trait my mother claims drives her absolutely bonkers (though she handles that frustration by rearranging our things, and I secretly feel she enjoys this activity quite a bit). Something she came across while on one of her tidying tirades was a box of old prints in my grandma's house. Most of these came from a Kodak Brownie (or some other box camera) in the hands of my grandpa and grandma, when they were two kids down (and another three coming) in northern Missouri. There's something different about these family images, and genuinely, it was pretty cool to find photos taken similarly to how I would take photos. Most of these were taken between 1960-65.

Zelma Stone, my great grandmother

Donna Stone, my grandma with whom I share traits of GREAT ORGANIZATION. Assuming that's a genetic thing. 

My mom! Looking cute as a button on the farm.