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Way behind the dozens of framed photos in her living room display shelves, there’s a picture of my Grandma Lolo on her wedding day. It’s a black-and-white photo, taken in the mid-sixties but shot in monochrome just to be stylish; on the front steps of the Virgin Isle Hotel high up on a grassy hill just west of Charlotte Amalie. Lolo’s wearing an ornate white gown and peekaboo heels. Her makeup is understated and neutral, which only makes her natural beauty even more evident, and she’s holding what looks like half the island’s flora tied up in a satin ribbon.