In
preparation for a recent move I took two boxes of photos down from the shelf in
the hall closet, determined to place the yellowing pictures in albums. I
figured it would take me two hours at the most. Well, that was a silly thought.
I guess I spent about twice that and I wasn’t even half way through. I had to
take the half empty boxes with us, hoping to finish the job in our new
location.
You can
probably imagine the reason why this has taken so much longer than I had
planned. As I pick up every photo, I look at it. There’s no way I can just
place it under the clear sheet and move on. These are all people I’ve known my
whole life. Some are still around, but most have died. So I sit and gaze into the photos trying to
relive their presence.
It might be a
trick of the memory but they all seem happy. Everyone is smiling, of course.
Many are taken at family events, like weddings. Others show family and friends
relaxing, eating and drinking together. I think the black and white pictures have
something to do with it.
The shadows
seem to hold emotions. The sun-kissed faces are alive, as if, frozen in those
frames, they would always be alive. The
surprising thing is how vivid the memories are.
I can hear their voices and laughter. It’s like it was yesterday that my
brothers and cousins and I ran around outside, oblivious to the conversation of
the adults. I want to believe that, even then, we knew those times were
special.
But time
moves on. People grow up and move to different parts of the country, even other
parts of the world. Our grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles are part of our
lives for a limited time. So we carry the memories of those days in our minds,
hearts and boxes of pictures. It’s always nice to take those black and whites
out and gaze into those contented faces. It’s the least we can do, really. All
of those people deserve to be remembered. It’s only right that we sit and
ponder the part they played in our lives, giving them life again in our
memories.
So make the
time soon to take down those boxes, or take out those albums if you’re one of
those organized people. Black and white photos are the perfect memory aid. The
vivid color that is possible in modern photography is certainly stunning. But
sometimes it gives you too much to look at. In a photo of people on the beach,
you’re more likely to stare at the water if it’s a beautiful shade of
turquoise. In an old black and white, you focus right in on the person’s face.
The images have a timeless feel, as if you must have seen them in Life Magazine
back in the day.
Happy memory
hunting.
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