Grandma Sanchez was never a particularly attractive woman. In almost every picture of her, even when she smiles, she rarely looks genuinely happy. Her family name was Goetz. These German immigrants settled in Montana, from what I have been told. My sister met her sister a few years after Grandma Sanchez died, and I was told that she looked very much like Marie. Frankly, like the cousins and aunt in Mexico, I have never met any of my Grandma Sanchez's relatives. In fact, I don't even know how my Grandpa and Grandma Sanchez met. He was an immigrant as a young man from Spain in 1919. Perhaps they met in California because my dad was born in Martinez, CA, in August, 1920.
According to my mom, Marie Sanchez always seemed to have one physical complaint or malady after another, usually arthritis, which she pronounced "art-ritis". Mom used to worry that, becoming Grandma Sanchez's age, must be terrible, what with all the infirmities that one was obviously heir to at that advanced age (Marie was in her 40's).
Mom wrote on the back of this photo, from the Stanford Studios in Tampa, FLA, that I was four weeks old. Apparently, after receiving the telegram, Grandma and Grandpa returned to Florida, to see their first grandchild first hand.
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