What good are photographs if we can’t hold them in our hands?
Memories are a wonderful thing most times. Lately I’ve been remembering my maternal grandfather with a bit of regularity. How he would say my name, “Dianka.” How he would follow me to school or wait for me to walk me home, when I just wanted to be independent. How he would drink his coffee from a saucer and have me try it. Always reminding me not to tell my mother. How he loved to have his silvery hair combed.
The sad thing is that I have very few photographs of him. Those that I do have, I cherish. Even if I didn’t have photographs of my grandfather, I would still have these memories. But the thing with photographs is how there is a story behind each one, and sometimes it’s that visual taking us back to those moments, that jog our memory.
“One day, a [printed] picture might be all you have left to tell your story and keep the legacy going.” — Lea Ciceraro
I don’t worry if any of the photographs I get printed are blurry or far from excellent. The memories are blurry and without the photograph, the memories are even more blurry (or sometimes entirely forgotten).
Wishing you all a week filled with precious moments. And perhaps taking some time to select a few of your favourite photographs, or memories, and have them printed.
so exceptionally conveyed. it felt like an introduction to your grandfather.
you provoked many thoughts that i shall keep to myself, but i wanted you to know
Lovely images and a good idea. I don’t print as many images as I should.
I love that vintage truck with the warm rusty color! My maternal grandfather was the “videographer” at family gatherings. And what accompanied the camera was the powerful spotlight that blinded everyone in the room and would burn you to the touch. Thankfully many of those videos were transferred onto DVD’s.
Hello Diane, Funny you should come up with this topic as I have just gone through some old photos. I was looking for a baby picture of my son to send to my granddaughter. I felt guilty all over again that as the 2nd child and arriving just as we were moving countries there were too few pictures taken. Still it was nice to go down memory lane and remember him as a sweet baby.