My great-grandmother made a little yellow dress in early 1990. She wanted it to be passed down from generation to generation. So far it has been. It’s a tradition in my family for the Moms to dress their daughters up in the dress when they are four years old. When I was four, I can remember my mother saying that I looked beautiful.

I took pictures in the dress and we went to my grandmother’s house. All I remember her saying is that I made her proud. My great-grandmother died about two months after that day.

I still remember certain things about her, like her smile and her smell. I also remember all of her jewelry. She had beautiful necklaces, bracelets and rings. They were all so elegant. They were the kinds of things that you can’t find in stores anymore. But most of all I remember the day that I finally got to wear the little yellow dress.

Elizabeth Rosenbaum, Bloomfield, New Mexico