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old photos…

old family photoEvery few months I pull the photo albums off the shelf, dust the covers and peer inside with a magnifying glass as if the secret formula of my life might be deciphered from their contents. Bound in leather-textured black paper with black, crumbling pages, they are filled with carefully-glued, fading, unidentified photos.

This is my mother’s family, a sprawling gaggle of aunts, uncles and cousins who enjoyed enough leisure to travel by car to distant lakes and national parks populated with bears and waterfalls, to get together and ham it up in front of a camera and to attend large costume parties that featured a lot of cross-dressing.

I recognize my mother and grandparents in some of the pictures, the occasional uncle or aunt. But mostly these are strangers, their images receding in the aging photographs, with no one left to tell me who the people are, what became of them or what they saw or did that left my mother so profoundly wounded.

2 responses to “old photos…

  1. blancheatthedubois August 26, 2011 at 10:49 am

    Judy, part of my daily practice is taking the time to read your daily practice. Thank you, C.

  2. jik August 26, 2011 at 1:51 pm

    I am so grateful for your attendance and attention. j

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