My mother’s family has a tradition of passing this picture down through the generations … to the oldest daughter of the family. It used to belong to my (I hope I get this right) great-grandmother’s grandmother. Which would make her my … great-great-great grandmother? Anyway, it eventually got passed down to me, since my mom’s oldest sister doesn’t have any kids.
As I am not one to argue with primogeniture (when it comes my way), I became this picture’s foster momma, at least until somebody in the family has a baby girl.
Disclaimer: I am not Catholic, nor do I speak French or Latin. Therefore, I don’t really know what this says. All the same, I am honored to host it until it gets passed on again.