Today I closed Mother's Instagram account, but took screenshots of what was there. This was the second photo on the account, a picture of them eating a meal on their honeymoon.
This was the first image on the feed, the cover to the souvenir photo (above). Obviously it was a test for her account.
And this photo is from her iTunes account, many years later. The date on the photo is June 17, 2017. The only other salvagable photos from that account were of her getting a vaccine in January 2021, and another blurry shot of her famous silver sneakers.
The following photos were also on the Instagram feed. My guess is that she took them, and I was trying to show her how to post.
The dates are Christmas Day 2014 (the snowy day), August 2013 (Dad and Dave), and May 2014, when Mother and I were chatting in her bedroom, a site of many conversations for all of us. The caption mentioned the rocking chair, which was her mother's (I think). Also in the jumbled photo is the footstool for which she did the needlepoint, an item she was proud of, as well as the hope chest at the end of their bed, from Grandmother Sessions (Dad's mother). They came into possession of it, and was their habit, promptly took it to the refinisher's to have it re-done, or as Dad would say "refurbished." Also shown is Mother's small writing desk, now residing at her daughter's. I remember that Mother often had some pretty ribbons draped over her small chair, which you can also see in this photo.
That's all that was on her Instagram. She kept it so she could look at what her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren were doing -- her pride and joy.
