In the middle is my grandmother, maternal side. She was the most genuinely happy person I have ever known. She taught me how to gamble and how to decorate even the simplest of meals with a sprig of parsley.
Grandma is in the middle of this photo. Back in the day, her basement was the site of countless parties, complete with Crock pots of assorted dips and music for dancing. People drove in from far and wide for her parties and had loads of fun, despite the body language of her friend on the far right, although I can't imagine how anyone could exist with that magical hairdo and not be consumed with utter joy. And need we discuss the liquor? Nothing needs to be said about that. Just take a look at the dainty glass that Dearest Grandma is holding, although I'm not sure why it is covered in a protective net.