I ran across some great photos in the purge. This is me with my paternal grandfather. He was a farmer. I had just learned to wink.
The overalls were his standard uniform. One year for Christmas, all the grand kids received striped overalls so we could be like Grandpa. I was in an extreme girly stage and ran and hid under my grandparents bed and cried because I did not want to put them on for a photo op. In retrospect, I realize my extended family probably regarded me as an 8 year old jerk.