August 21, 2008
Looking through old sepia photos, I come across a girl I don’t recognize and show it to my grandmother. She takes it from me and goes over to my grandfather, who is reading the paper. “Katie Shaw!” she cries, waving the picture at him. Katie was one of his former flames, and my grandmother thought he had destroyed all photographic records of his romances from 60 years earlier. “I saw Katie Shaw at the church picnic last year, and she was fat, Ernest, she was fat!” As she tears up the offending photo of now-fat Katie Shaw, my grandfather chuckles.