Ruby Grace

When I went looking for pictures for Sepia Saturday I found this one. It looked like my Dad's Mum, Grandma, but I didn't expect it to be her. A quick call to Dad and I found that it is, indeed, Ruby Grace Randall. I remember Grandpa calling her Grace or Gracie, though the Grandma I remember had suffered a massive stroke and was not necessarily gracious. I never knew that she played violin and Dad never heard her play but play she apparently did. We have no explanation for the academic robes except to say that it must have been a prop in those days of very formal photgraphs because Grandma finished school at about age twelve.
Grandma's arrestingly dark eyes are immediately recognisable in my brother and sister and in my brothers children. My ability to call a spade a shovel is similar to Grandma's though not exclusively hers...................