I have always liked photographs. I have many albums and boxes of photos and negatives (old skool) stuffed under the bed. My mom too. She has slowly been sorting through a HUGE box of old photos and uses that as her basis for her genealogy research.
Yes, I should be more crafty and scrap bookey and have it all organized....but I don't. Well, I haven't for a long time.
The digital age made even more of a mess of my 'organizing of history.' The birth and early life of Adam is on one hard drive (husbands) and Caitlyn's and Tara's are on mine. SOME photos are sorted by year, etc..others are not yet there. And NONE are backed up. YIPES.
The pattern in our family photography weaves a story all on its own. There are scads of photos of my mom when she was young. Before her mom came down with Tuberculosis. Before she was sent back to live in Scotland. When she was surrounded by happy little family.
There are scads of photos of my mom and her friends in their teen years. They were all having fun. Living life and not really thinking about the "big picture" yet.
There are scads of photos of my mom and dad when they were dating. There are scads of photos of me as a baby.
There are not so many photos when I was a child.
Photography ground to a halt when things were sucking in my family. When my dad was drinking more and more. When we lost our home. When we were homeless.
Not so many 'fun' occasions then to commemorate on paper.
When mom and I came to Canada, we took up the mantle of photography again. Recording all and sundry fun and games.
Both our photos embody the optimism we shared. The hope for our new life in a new country.
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