Proof I Am Not The Milk Woman's Kid

My Mom sent me the most amazing thing today.

She packed up a care package for me. It had a very cool Christmas (possibly even year round) wreath that looks like it has actual rain crystals/sleet on it. My old Teddy from when I was born (he's in pretty good shape). A picture from my eighth birthday party (in that looovely denim, embroideried pant suit.) But most amazing of all - A young picture of my Great Grandmother Price-Haynes.

And why is it so amazing? IT IS ME! 100 years ago or so? But IT IS ME!

It is almost spooky similar. I always thought I looked like my father. But there is no question - I look like this person.

My red hair come from dad. But eyes, nose, mouth, cheekbones, and forehead? My Great Grandmother.

I've seen the picture several times before. My Granny Marsh had it hung up beside her bed (it is small. Maybe 3x5.) with two angels beside it. And then after Granny died, Mom kept it on her piano.

When Mom was cleaning out Granny and Popo Marsh's house, she was in the attic with my cousin, Brandon. Brandon finds a picture (the full size version of the small one I have). And says: "Auuunnnntttt Jeeeaaanie???? Why is this old picture of Trixie up here????"

Me. Granted with circa 1900 hair and clothes me. And a very skinny me. But me.

So comforting to know I'm part of a family and lineage. But so odd and almost creepy to look at me decades ago.

You should see it!