This is my maternal grandmother in 1936 or thereabouts. This picture was taken by my Papa during a date they were on at the San Fernando Mission. She was twenty-six when they got married, which is crazy old to be single in 1936, but it was not due to a lack of hotness, as you can see.

When her father came over from Norway in the early 1900's, he bought himself a train ticket from New York to Seattle, Washington where he could continue his career as a fisherman. He began to talk to a man while waiting for his departure time who was desperate to get home to his family in Washington, but had only enough money to get as far as South Dakota. My great grandpa Wieberg felt for the guy (never knowing if his sad, sad story was true), and he traded tickets with him. South Dakota is no place for a fisherman, so he became a farmer and raised his family in the Black Hills.