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a single moment…

1932 - Dave Lando - Dottie
 
On the back of the photo, in neat handwriting that’s not my mother’s, it says Dave Lando, Dottie, May 5th, 1932. She’s 20, he’s — who knows? — a friend, a flame, a man upon whom she could lean for this moment of ease.

There are no photos of the man she would marry. All that survives of that liaison is her married name written on the cover of a sketch pad and a couple of pieces of wedding silver etched with her initials, D and A, flanking a large S.

But Dave Lando, whoever he may be, perhaps the Dave Lando who even then was studying to become a doctor, perhaps alive somewhere still, made the cut. If she looked at this photo and remembered that day, she never spoke of him. Perhaps she liked, as I do, her relaxed grace, her easy expression, the way he leans to support her as if he really likes her. Or maybe she liked, as I do, the faint ghost that surrounds their bodies, as if they were there and not there, still and moving, vibrating with youth, beauty, infatuation.

5 responses to “a single moment…

  1. tomwisk July 28, 2013 at 10:49 am

    I have a decrepit leather suitcase in my kitchen. It has traveled with first my late sister and now myself. I know what’s inside. Photos and memoires that I’m not sure I want to confront.

  2. jik July 28, 2013 at 10:55 am

    What’s intriguing to me about the process of looking at those photos and dredging up the memories and feelings is that they seem less potent once I’ve explored them, given them some air.

  3. Cheryl July 29, 2013 at 10:32 am

    What a great photo. Very Bressson-like.

  4. jik July 29, 2013 at 11:42 am

    Thanks, CC. No idea who took it or whose handwriting is on the back.

  5. Kim Bultman July 30, 2013 at 10:59 am

    There are a few photos of “wanna be’s” in my collection… not the right time, place, or person. I loved your description about the ghosts in this photo.

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