This is part of my story, a part of it that I have only heard about
and never seen.
On the left is my Grandmother, sitting in a rocking chair that
I have rocked my own children in, a chair that I still have.
In front of her is my sister, Laura, who
is 14 months older than me. On the right is my Mom, holding me,
the newborn, feeding me.
The setting is the living room of the home I was raised in,
the home my parents lived in for 38 years. The photographer
most likely was my Grandfather.
Due to the quality of the image this one probably was never printed.
How do I have it here? We have acquired a scanner
just for film/negatives. This is a scan of an old curled up negative.
There are a bunch of curled up old negatives in a plastic box that once
belonged to my Grandfather, and so many of them hold images that
I know I have never seen before. Photos of every day life, of picnics with
cousins, of my parents at the time they were married, on and on the list goes.
But out of all that I have seen so far this one tugged at my heart the most.
There is an advantage to film photography. You have images that you may not
want to print, but sometimes those images help tell the rest of the story.
I like this because it is not posed, it is just life as it is happening. It’s not
the best as far as focus, light, composition…but I don’t care. This gives
me a glimpse into 1954, when my own Mom,
a young, beautiful woman,
brought her baby home for the first time,
and of my big sister being cared for.
All of us surrounded by love.