My question seems to have morphed into reminiscences of similar
experiences. That's fine, as it has introduced a new topic, but it
doesn't answer my question!
Roger
On 9 Dec 2007, at 11:14 PM, Guy Glorieux wrote:
2007/12/9, lea murphy <lea@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>: 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
