{Old Photographs}


One of Facebook’s gifts that I actually appreciate is the connection it has given me to old photos.  Being connected to family members and old high school friends that live far away and I haven’t met face to face for a very, very long time gives me access to shared photos that have existed for a very long time.  I never would have gotten access to them if somebody hadn’t posted it on Facebook.  Example number one is a photo of Son Number One who is now a Marine stationed in (No the government did not remove this portion.  That is paranoid old me.)  The picture shows Dorin as a ring-bearer at a family wedding in the Philippines when he was not yet two.  I was teaching at the time and couldn’t go with them, so, though I have seen copies of this Photo in relatives’ houses, I never had access to it until photo-mania hit Facebook.


Here’s another case in point.  There was a time when my Iowegian farm family had lots of four-generation photos and even some five-generation photos.  This one makes me a little sad.  Only the two little girls in this photo are still living.  Great Grandma Hinckley (I can use her real name here because she’s been gone since before desktop computers… who is going to be able to exploit that in any way?) lived to be almost 100 years old.  This shows not only her, but her eldest daughter, that daughter’s only son, and that son’s three kids.  John was younger than me, but his heart did not last anywhere near as long as mine has at this writing.  My own three kids would never have even an inkling of who these people were and their blood connection without the Facebook posts of a cousin who is still kicking. (Thank you for that, Louise.)  Four-generation photos have not occurred again in my family for a long time now.  And before this photo was taken, Iowans did not live long enough on average to do photos like this.  My Great Grandma (who actually was pretty Great and doesn’t get the Great just for being old) took a lot of these, as did both of my Grandmas.  Big farming families generate lots and lots of family photos.

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The photo from the train station in Yugoslavia was a gift from a time when my cousins hosted a foreign exchange student and the whole family got to broaden its world.  I am able to be Facebook friends with the Yugoslavian girl (Whose name translates to Snow White in English) even though she has lived most of her life in Eastern Europe.  I can even collect pictures of her grandchildren if I wish.  (Can’t return the favor, though, as I don’t have any grandkids and probably won’t for a few years.  Mom has to settle for a three-generation picture.   And it is harder and harder now to get the whole clan together, (especially since my younger brother has become a Tea Party Republican and swore off both logic and the use of facts in shaping his thinking).   But I think the best gift of all is how these old photos can keep my family alive for me in ways mere memory can’t manage.  We lost Uncle Larry a couple of years ago now to lung cancer.  Still, life and love and laughter live on…



Filed under autobiography, humor, nostalgia

5 responses to “{Old Photographs}

  1. I love old pictures. They always seem to tell a story within a story.

    • Yes, that is precisely what makes them so valuable to me. I want my kids to feel linked to the family of the past in the same way I was as a child. There are a lot of old eyes watching over me now from somewhere beyond.

  2. Autism Mom

    Beautiful memories, all.

  3. Reblogged this on Catch a Falling Star and commented:

    I love old photos. Especially family photos. Let me share these once again.

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