The heat in my apartment is broken and my feet are cold, so I went looking for a little bit of a summertime frame of mind to warm me up – in spirit only, since I doubt the power of photographs and memory when it comes to the physical warming of feet and hands.
My great grandmother Rona went to Hawaii in the late spring of 1926 with her maiden aunt Rose. I don’t know who was supposed to be acting as a companion for whom – if Rona was invited so Rose wouldn’t have to travel alone – or if Rose was asked if she minded acting as Rona’s chaperone. It doesn’t really matter because no one ever complains about a trip to Hawaii, unless there is a monsoon or a shark attack or an accident with a volcano.
So here is Rona, 20 years old, standing under a palm tree on Waikiki and posing for a picture with Diamond Head in the background. It doesn’t really make me feel any warmer, but it does make me wish I were in Hawaii – preferably in 1926 when it looked like this.