B & W Photography Misc.
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....my mom and grandmas are/were good at least of scribbling names on the back of photos, some actually have the connections explained......but, like you-it seems hurtful for all these folk's portraits to be dumped into flea market bins....ignominious end to a beautiful life....
Good for your family! It's so important. And yes, it is hurtful. Was this just the very last person in this family? No one but a stranger left to clean out their home and toss memories of a lifetime.
I'm a weirdo. The ephemera of someone's life means something to me. Others just look at it as material things. Junk. And some of it is. But some of it is absolute treasure.
...anything of a past age gives me pause, and a moment to wonder-"who really owned this?", "was it for-special?" and jewelry?....that is one of the hardest, vendors treat pieces as so much paste and frippery....not anything-which though it may be inferior and cheap-meant the world to the giver and giftee.....
Okay. My mom died years ago. She had the nicest jewelry because she worked in a jewelry store for 30 years. I didn't want any of that. My mom had a few special pieces she wanted me to have, and of course, I took them. But, honestly, I'm not a jewelry girl, and I would never sell it -- so, I let my sister and her daughter take the lion's share of that. (My mom also gave pieces to my brother's wife and his daughters)
Guess what I wanted? What I got? Costume jewelry she had when I was a little girl. Really pretty sparkly cheap pieces of glass. I would dress up with them when I was little and think I was beautiful. And I don't regret one minute taking that stuff over the jewelry worth thousands of dollars.
Sorry to derail your thread, Doc. Your topic left me feeling nostalgic.
That is on thing my mom never did-- write on the back of photos. She must have had over 30 albums packed front to back. I sat with her, asked her- nope. So now that she is passed- I look at these albums and wonder-- who are these people, places?
They are ghosts staring at us from the page. I'm an inquisitive person as it is, so to have these secret faces looking back at me drives me nuts.
No worries, take as many liberties as you want. Stories lead to yet more stories, I love hearing them. Don't let your stories stay bottled up or forgotten like those old dusty photographs. I believe empathy is the driving force of all good fiction; I recognize this trait in you. Thanks for sharing your memories here.
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From my backyard. Well, an hour away, anyway.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I'm not sure if I've posted this before.
It's not a true B&W, but I'll fudge a bit. Photo I took of a glass worker in Guadalajara. I didn;'t desaturate it fully and left that splash of color in for the "heat" effect. We ended up with four nice glasses from this shop.
It's not a true B&W, but I'll fudge a bit. Photo I took of a glass worker in Guadalajara. I didn;'t desaturate it fully and left that splash of color in for the "heat" effect. We ended up with four nice glasses from this shop.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
Nice picture (mine was supposed to be colour too but turned out looking black and white). I took that when I did a six month tour up near the North Pole.
That sounds like an interesting tour!
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
They did have a photography club where you could develop film etc.
I was the librarian up there as well, plus worked as a disc jockey at CHAR which was the local radio station. We also went to Thule Airforce Base for the "Boxtop Olympics".
It was kind of weird due to the extreme isolation but an interesting experience nonetheless. I went to the gym every day
Wow - hard to believe that was 26 years ago already
