Yesterday I drove to Sunnyvale and back, to attend the funeral of my Aunt Anita. She was Mother's older sister, and the last surviving Fischer girl. My grandfather took these photos - he was quite the accomplished photographer. He left a legacy in black and white, as he chose to capture his girls in almost every action.
This is my mom, with her sister. I don't know what the occasion was, but on close inspection, it looks like the girls are investigating a miniature sewing machine. Apparently I come by my passions quite honestly. :)
Goodbye, Aunt Anita, until we meet again.
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