First daughters

 This is my entry for Tara's Gallery at Sticky Fingers. The theme this week is: Here come the girls!


These days and age, what with women keeping their own names and sometimes even passing them on to their children, family lineage is becoming harder to trace, and maybe a little less significant. Or another way of seeing it, is that it's becoming less interesting to men, but that other aspects of lineage are coming out more clearly.


So here's one. My daughter, myself and my mother are all first daughters. We're all the eldest of our families.
We rule.

They also say eldest children like to hang out with others like them.
From age five my best friend was also an oldest daughter. Here's a picture of her and Charlotte together. More first daughters.

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