Friday, December 15, 2017

Pictures On The Wall


I love looking at photographs. I do not even have to know the people in them to enjoy them.

When we had the junkyard we would sometimes get cars that had pictures in them. I would look at every one. It is fun to see the expressions on the faces and try to place the times when they were taken. Each time period has its own fashions you know. Of course we held them until someone claimed them.

I am not much of a picture taker. But I like getting them as gifts from the kids. They are records of events in their lives and always evoke memories that make me smile.

My mother decided at one time that she wanted a large professional photograph of each member of the family. She would place them on a wall in the living room that she determined was just the right size to hold nothing but pictures. Then she set about making appointments for each of us to have the portraits taken.

After a few months her wall was covered with all these beautiful pictures. Mom and Daddy were the first ones on the wall and one by one the rest went up.

My younger brother had died in Viet Nam. Mom had his service picture on another wall and wanted a civilian picture of him for the family wall. I suggested a favorite school picture. Mom loved that picture from the day she got it. She said it brought out the deviltry in his eyes. It is a happy little boy with a big smile on his face and a sparkle of life in his eyes.

Mom had it enlarged and framed it. It went on the wall with the rest of us.

All the grandchildren who were around by then were up there too. My niece was not yet a year old when her parents had really cute picture taken. Her hair was white not blonde but white. Her eyes were pale blue. The picture looked like her pretty little face was ready to pop right out of the picture. It went on the wall.

When a person walked into the house the wall of pictures was the first thing they saw. It was covered from about three feet abouve the floor to the ceiling. It was gorgeous.

After Daddy died Mom moved. She packed all the pictures into a trunk because she was going to stay with my sister for a short while. The trunk was in my sister's basement when it flooded. Most of the pictures were ruined. We had duplicates of my brother's pictures because everyone in the family wanted one. He is on the wall of many of our homes.

We also had duplicates of Daddy's pictures. He hangs in a prominent place in every single home even the grandchildren. He was a special person and looked upon with reverence by all of us.

Mom's picture was ruined. It was not a good picture of her. She seldom took a good picture. In fact she seldom allowed pictures to be taken. I have no real pictures of my mother. The only one that has remained is from when I was a baby. She was dressed in the stylish suit women wore in the late 1940's reaching out with one hand to me as I sat on the porch steps.

There is also her high school graduation picture. Once my sister, my brother, and I were going through Mom's pictures. Mom had died and we were trying to decide what to do with things. My brother picked up a picture and said with a leer in his voice, "Who is this?"

I said, "That's your mother, you pervert!" She was a beautiful woman but we have no pictures of her.

My own picture was also ruined, thank goodness. I inherited my mother's lack of a photogenic face. Not a good thing. This particular picture made me look like I was in the final second of my life or in the first second after I died. And it was the best of all the poses the photographer took!

Now you know why my photo for the blog is one of my baby pictures.

18 comments:

  1. The joy is having all the memories. The pain is parting with the pictures when the time comes.

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    1. I lost most of the pictures I had of my children in a house fire. Of course I would rather have my children but I miss those pictures.

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  2. I also love family photos and I have a lot :-) Keep well Diane

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  3. I was saddened to read that those pictures were lost.

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    1. Me too. Mom tried to save them but they were ruined.

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  4. I love to look at pictures too. I have a friend who takes wonderful pictures. I chanced to meet her family at a wedding shower for her. Each one of those ladies turned and smiled just so for a picture.

    I think some of us are so uncomfortable having our picture taken that adds to whatever distortion of changing our image from 3 dimensions to 2. I take rotten pictures too.

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    1. No matter what the reason that picture of me was terrible.

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  5. It is very much different nowadays.
    Pictures are convenient to be taken and kept.
    But the feeling about family remains the same.

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  6. I love pictures too. I take a LOT of pictures and have for years. In our community, I try to take pictures at festivals, parades, and other special events.
    People seem to love them.

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    1. That is one of the reasons I like the pictures you post. They are always pleasant and sometimes downright happy.

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  7. you can call me mad about photography dear Emma!
    i still remember my grandma's word about my passion "you are doing great sin ,you have to put soul in these photos " her words feared me sometimes but still i could not resist my madness about capturing nature and family .

    this is strange that you never enjoyed taking pics but it is justified that everybody has his own passion ,may be you have some other in your heart my friend!
    yes now i know why you have your oldest photo but believe me THIS IS BEAUTIFUL and makes me stop and have look always

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    1. They did not have digital cameras when I was growing up. Film cost too much and was too expensive to develop for a family as large and poor as mine. I just never got into doing it.
      I think maybe a soul or piece of it can be given freely to a photo. That is what makes some of them so great. I do not believe that it takes away from the soul. It is like love; the more you need, the more you have.

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  8. I agree with you about the importance of family photos, Emma. It's why I have given over a couple of the book shelves on our living room bookcases to framed family photos. The shelves are sort of organized into groupings: wedding and other photos of our families, weddings, grandchildren, family members no longer with us (parents, grandparents). While family members do not regularly visit to see the photos, I like to feel they are with us, nevertheless. I also regularly update photo albums and regrettably no one seems to look at these anymore with the ready availability of social media, etc. I was sorry to read that some of your family's treasured photos were lost through disasters.

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    1. I did not mention that most of the pictures I had were lost in a house fire. I have not had good luck with pictures. Your display idea sounds lovely. Wish I could see it.

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  9. I envy people who are photogenic, something that neither Peggy nor I are. What's more, she has a mild case of rosacea. It's so mild that it's not even noticeable except in photos, in which case her nose looks so red that it's reminiscent of WC Fields and Rudolph the Reindeer.

    Like you, I love looking at photos. Old ones are greatly preferred, but new ones will do if there are no old ones.

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