Grandma Sarah Tuttle as I remember her. She would always give me lemon drops from a little metal music box that she kept on her chest of drawers in the bedroom. Sometimes I remember the scent of her bedroom--it smelled like love. Following are some other pictures of her later years.
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Grandma Tuttle feeding the geese at the pond next to her house with Lee and Lon Secrist. |
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Grandma Tuttle on the bridge between her house and Florence Foy's house. |
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Sarah Tuttle, Susie Tuttle, Edna Tuttle. Woman on right unknown. |
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