One hundred years ago, on the 8th of October 1915, my grand mother was born.
Imagine. She opened her eyes on a world that would appear totally alien to us. Almost no electricity, no car, no phone. Everyone, young or old, threatened to die from a cold, as there existed no antibiotics nor modern surgery. And her whole continent was at War. Her father served in the French Navy during most of World War One, before becoming permanently deaf after an enemy attack in the Mediterranean Sea.
But she survived this turmoil, the next to come, and managed to work hard to improve her condition. She also was a great dancer and won many prizes with her partner, my grand father.
Now, unfortunately, her memories are slowly fading away.
But you can count on me trying to pass some bits of it to the generation to come, to her great-grand-children.
Happy Birthday Gran-ma!
Date: Sunday, February 15 2015
Camera: NIKON D810
Focal length: 65 mm
Exposure Time: 1/100 sec
Flash: Not Fired