One of the earliest photos I have of my Grandmother is this one. This is taken about 1926-1927. Taken in Berlin. I can barely see her. She is sitting in the cart. I do love this picture. She had written a story of finding a horseshoe when she was a child. Or rather how when they were children, anyone who found a horseshoe had infinite luck. I have it scanned and in her own handwriting. I wish she had written more of her stories. She was one who could tell a tale that held my attention for sure.