2007/12/9, lea murphy <lea@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>:
Lucky you, Lea. I happen to have a digital copy of a picture of my grandmother as a child with her own mother (late 1890's). I keep it in a family album for my children and grand children so that they can understand their roots.
Sadly, in a matter of one generation, this world has been losing its historical roots as it became internationalized and instantaneous. (In many instances, history is actually being silently rewritten to fit the romantic requirements of film-makers and other story tellers...).
Not too long ago, my next door neighbor sold his apartment to move back to his home town, Toronto. One morning, I saw a big pile of things he threw away as he was preparing his move. On top was two ancient family photo albums. I decided to pick them up and keep them with other photographic images of the past that I collect. I just felt that the people pictured in these albums deserved some protection against being disposed of in a garbage dump. I repeated this action on a different occasion when a landlord evacuated all the junk from an apartment nearby which had been abandoned for some reason.
Respecting the curved oval photograph, I saw one some years ago and was also puzzled by the process. The picture was printed on heavy stock and I figured that it was left to dry on a mold.
Regards,
Guy
It belonged to my maternal grandmother and for as
long as I can remember I hoped to some day have it. When my
grandmother went into a nursing home she asked me to take the portrait
which was of her mother, give it a home and love it. It gives me joy
to own it.
Lucky you, Lea. I happen to have a digital copy of a picture of my grandmother as a child with her own mother (late 1890's). I keep it in a family album for my children and grand children so that they can understand their roots.
Sadly, in a matter of one generation, this world has been losing its historical roots as it became internationalized and instantaneous. (In many instances, history is actually being silently rewritten to fit the romantic requirements of film-makers and other story tellers...).
Not too long ago, my next door neighbor sold his apartment to move back to his home town, Toronto. One morning, I saw a big pile of things he threw away as he was preparing his move. On top was two ancient family photo albums. I decided to pick them up and keep them with other photographic images of the past that I collect. I just felt that the people pictured in these albums deserved some protection against being disposed of in a garbage dump. I repeated this action on a different occasion when a landlord evacuated all the junk from an apartment nearby which had been abandoned for some reason.
Respecting the curved oval photograph, I saw one some years ago and was also puzzled by the process. The picture was printed on heavy stock and I figured that it was left to dry on a mold.
Regards,
Guy
