Last week I borrowed the family photographs and decided to scan a choice few into the computer, copy them on discs, and distribute them to my mother and two brothers. There were many reasons for this project, one being that I thought it was time I did my share of preserving the family memories. Or my share of interfering with them. (Too bad I had lost my photoshop program when my hard drive took a nose dive.)
I went to my mother’s and gathered up the photographs. As I did, I reflected that I’d already seen everything my parents’ albums had to offer. I was wrong.
Oh, the things I have seen.
Though I am not finished sorting and scanning, I already have favorites that fill me with wonderment. Like the one of my father sitting on the toilet, reading what looks like an antique medical tome. I wondered why anyone would preserve that moment. Perhaps to scar the grandchildren? I know it is burned in my brain. (And, yes, I am passing that photograph on to my brothers. . .)
Another favorite of mine is the photo below:
Going counterclockwise from the bottom – The little girl in the middle is my mother. The little boy beside her is my uncle. Behind him is my grandmother, and beside her is my great-grandmother.
Just yesterday, I went out with my mother to get some coffee . . . As my husband said, ‘We need to take your mom out for a good airing . . .’
Anyway, to get back to the photo above this – I asked Mom who the two others in the photograph are. She gave me their names – which, of course, meant nothing to me – then shared a special memory with us . . . (As she began her story, my husband said, ‘Uh-oh. This isn’t going to end good.’)
It seems that the young girl with the braids is the woman’s daughter. Graduation from the German equivalent of high school is a special time for the family, celebrated with a big party and gifts. Not unlike here in the United States. This girl’s graduation party was commemorated by a big meal with guests. Mom said that she can still remember the food, where everyone sat, etc. She said that the family had a favorite pet, named Fluffy. (As you can tell by the name, Fluffy was their cat.) Halfway through the meal, Mom asked where Fluffy was.
Okay. . . you can guess the rest of the story. (It wasn’t rabbit they were eating.)
Another photograph that filled me with wonderment, was this one:
Was it really politically correct to photograph your children with cigars and guns? (I’m not really sure what my brother on the right is doing to my brother on the left . . . Reminds me of the House episode where a mother was bringing her children to the clinic – “The kids are lickin’ each other again, and the baby has a seeping wart on his extra toe. Should I be worried?”)
Well, I have gone through only one box of photographs. I have 3 albums and another box still to go through.
It should be interesting. . .
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