I've written about Grandma before, about her tiny, even, handsewn stitches... This picture was taken by her son, my Dad, before I was born. How wonderful to see Grandma in action! If you look closely, you can see basting stitches on the right.
This is my elegant Grandfather. Dad took this photo too -- he still recalls the day, asking his father to go to the roof (the house was kitty corner from the SF cable car barn) to take the photo. Before I was a twinkle in Dad's eyes, his father suffered a stroke which affected his mobility and speech. I never really knew Grandpa -- a shame because he spoke English, and I would have liked to ask him so many questions.