A little prayer that I found in a cookbook, from my Grandma Clifton...

Give us a sense of humor, Lord, that we will not see ourselves and our concerns as the center of the universe. 
Let us not take ourselves too seriously, lest we ignore another's needs. 
Give us the gift of kindly laughter, a smiling countenance turned hopefully toward the future. 
Amen. 

My Grandma Clifton, helping me with my new doll, Margret Ann.

Christmas on Spaulding Street, probably around 1962.