My eyes have been bugging me lately. Not like bugging out, bugging me, but I think I have inherited my mothers side of the family’s dark circles under the eyes. I noticed as my grandmother got older the dark circles under her eyes got darker, and I am seeing it in my mother now also. I was looking in the mirror today, and low and behold, I can see that as I age, I am going to look exactly the same. Maybe tomorrow I will start looking for the best eye cream on the market. I know it’s genetic but I don’t want those dark circles.
Here is a picture of my Grandmother. She must have been around 40 when this was taken (I think she is half crocked) haha. She was the most favorite person in my life. I adored her, just simply worshiped the ground she walked on. She was one super cool lady. I miss her a lot. I miss her late night calls when she had one too many “Iron City” beers, just calling to tell me she loved me. I can tell you this. I have her eyes. Her mother, my great grandmother came over “on the boat” thru Ellis Island from Poland. I heard a lot of Polish being spoken while growing up. I think most of it was spoken in Polish so we wouldn’t know what the adults were talking about. Both sides of my family are from Poland. Most of them are dead now, and their ways died with them. Sad, because their ways were pretty damn cool.
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