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Genealogy Traces Wordless Wednesday - February 11, 2009

My younger sister, Angie, loved to play in our grandfather's work boots.
Someone caught her with the camera in just the right pose!
Mineral Wells, Texas 1962


Thanks, Cheryle. I've always liked it. This is my baby sister who is 10 years younger than I am and she loved wearing our Grandpa's old work boots. Someone caught her in the perfect pose!
Greta Koehl said…
Oh my gosh, look at those boots! As a boot lover, I say she had good taste!
Gini said…
Very cute Judy....sweet photo!
Kay Cox said…
I remember her. She's still cute!
Angie Pruett said…
I, in particular, like the name of this post, "Wordless Wednesday". With a photo like that, there is no need for words!
I know what you mean! That's exactly what I thought.

So glad you, Peggy and Linda Kay were able to comment. I had the wrong settings for my comments. Glad I fixed it.
Cindy said…
Great pose! Love this photo! Thanks for sharing!
Peggy Duke said…
We'll try this comment function again!
Lin said…
thanks for commenting on my blog on family history. I'm teaching a class this month in my area of So. Utah about family history blogs so appreciate seeing yours and all the links you have on it.
Thanks, Lin, for your kind comments. Good luck on your class. Wish I was nearby so I could attend!

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