The other night I had a
dream About all the images I have in my picture box. The picture box
is a receptacle of all the images of my history before the rise of
digital cameras. The dream woke me up really got me thinking. My mom
is the one who put together what picture albums I have. And I'm
totally indebted to her for this monumental work – – monumental
not because she put together such a focused image album for me but
she did this for all the kids in the family. There 10 of us in near
as I can tell she's done the same for all. This is not one album I
have two or three some in different states of disrepair and some that
I've dismantled on purpose in order to retrieve images to scan onto
the hard drive that I could use for posting and other bits of writing
that I do. It's even more incredible is that on many of the images or
pictures she is actually handwritten comments that describe the
event. Some are somewhat silly but others I think are extremely
valuable to try to cobble together a narrative of our family.
As I lay in bed trying to
chase down just a little more sleep I kept thinking, there are a lot
of images that are specific just to me. What is in the other kids
albums? I would really be interested in seeing what's in their
albums. There's gotta be a host of images I've never seen that's from
the older kids early life before mom and dad married. The same is
true with my younger brothers and sisters I wonder what images were
taken them in their different school, church, athletic activities
that I've never seen. I put together all kinds of thought projects
that would establish a family center for all the images would be kept
preferably online to where these images could be checked out, copied
and used to their full potential's for whatever family members might
want to do that.
Of course in the light of
day dreams fade and perhaps that's best. There are a lot of
undertones in my family's history – – mythology. However, I'm
still fascinated when I come across images I've never seen before. As
I looked in this last album that I got for my mother before she died,
she had done a monumental not work together images of my dad and his
family as well as her family and many of the kids especially older
ones had never seen before. I wish I'd been able to access the trove
of images that my mother worked from or at least the negatives before
they're thrown away. That's truly what happened to all those images
were tossed.
Rod Stewart sings “Every
Picture Tells I Story” that's so true and what's also true is the
story that area picture doesn't tell…
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