Red is for Julia...

Our oldest Grand.
And grand she is.

Born with just the faintest blush of red peach fuzz, Julia went on to grow a mop of curly, dark red hair.

Oh, that hair was a magnet.
Whenever we would go to the store her hair seemed to shine like a beacon ... especially to older folks.

Julia was always a happy, outgoing little girl and when people would approach the shopping cart she would always get this funny, little look on her face like she was thinking, "here we go again."
More often than not an older person would stand by the cart, tears welling in their eyes and say "My Mom (Dad, Sister, Aunt, Grandmother) had red hair..." and then begin telling a story. Julia would observe solemnly with her big blue eyes round with worry. I could see her little mind working...who was this person weeping over her hair again?
When I take her places now she still gets comments and looks...

But there seemed to be something really magnetic about red, curly hair on a cute little girl that brought out a lot of emotion in people.

Although, to be honest, once she started learning her colors, she corrected people quite often by saying "My hair is orange!"

Red or orange, though, this is my link to Alphabe-Thursdays Summer School for the color RED!

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