Old photos. Old days. Old ways. They can make you laugh. They can make you cry.
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- Nick loved sitting in the laundry basket when he was a baby!
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- At Bronte Beach. Nick was about 3.
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- Nick and me in the park 2002
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- Doing his best Groucho Marx impression.
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- My sister, Shelley, in San Francisco late 1980s
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- A hailstorm near our old house that looked like snow!
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- He was about 4 months old here!
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- Final year of High School at a Hallowe’en party dressed as Bride of Frankenstein
My grandmother used to keep photographs in-between the pages of her favourite books. She often themed the photos according to the title of the book. There were photos of her rose bushes in The Secret Garden, photos of she and her sisters as children in Little Women, photos of family celebrations in Pride and Prejudice. Sometimes it was more fun to look at the photos than it was to read the book. When one of her many friends was ill she used to take a book with her and I think there was more discussion of the memories revived from the photos than reading.
Looking at old photos always lifts my spirits, even if the people in the photos are now gone. Sometimes I see a photo of myself taken during a particularly traumatic time and when I realise I didn’t look like I was falling apart, I looked normal, it is a reminder of the resilience of the human spirit. As well as the power of good lighting.
Old photos. Don’t ever throw them away. One day you just might need them to cheer you up.
