My Paternal Grandmother

This is my paternal grandmother when she was a teenager. I've never met her because she died when my dad was young. I've always been told that I look like her. I don't know if you can pick out a resemblance from this particular picture.

One of the best stories about a connection I've had with her happened when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was at a yardsale in a different city than the one I grew up in. An older lady kept looking at me saying I reminded her of someone. It dawned on her that I looked just like her childhood friend, my grandmother!!! What an awesome experience! I've often wandered how much alike we would have been. . .