Wednesday, December 25th, 2013

Baba, or, The Generations

Now that my mom is Grandma, my grandma needed a new name: Iris needed a name for my grandma. Mom (a.k.a. The New Grandma) chose “Baba.” Thats what Grandma called her grandmother when she was little and a girl could run to the corner store to buy 2¢ of sauerkraut to take home. But here, I am writing this. Grandma is my grandmother; Mom is my mom. Baba is Iris’ great-grandmother and “her Grandma” probably refers to Iris’ grandmother or my mom. “Iris’ mommy” is a roundabout way of saying “me.” Clear?


Grandma’s apartment has nice light. I wanted a portrait Iris with her Baba. It was difficult. Iris was being shy. Mom & Dad had the couch. Ari & I had the floor. Dan had a chair. I took lots of photographs. This one is my favorite:




I like how the lighting turned out in this one:




I like this one because it makes me smile:




Tho this one makes me smile even more:




This one also makes me smile, but Dan might make me remove it:




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