I think this photo was taken around 1945, which would make my mom 20 and my grandmother just a little older than I am now. They lived on the Iron Range in northern Minnesota. My mom was the third of nine children, seven of whom made it to adulthood. She and my grandmother had the same hands. I sometimes think of them as Finnish peasant hands. I miss holding them.
I love the way my mom's sort of squinting but also sort of winking.