My husband has been scanning old family photos for several days now, and this happens to be a favorite of mine. His Grandmother is the young woman standing at the door of the Klatt Grocery, somewhere in St. Louis, MO. I love the team of horses and the driver of whatever kind of wagon the horses were pulling… and it makes me wonder if the photographer placed his/her camera at that point on purpose. Or were the horses coming along and creating a pleasant surprise in this image? Most likely it was set up intentionally, but I love the daily life in this; the cans stacked in the store window, the Uncle Fred in the long white apron, the blinders and harness on the horses. Obviously someone wrote by hand on the image. We have added our own text for future reference.
Going through the photos with him has been a great lesson in his family history. And an even more valuable lesson in what kind of photos we take and preserve. There are sooooo many photos of the same poses I’m sure we all have in our stash of family photos: holiday group shots, new baby photos, photos of graduates, of newlyweds, of people that the parents knew long ago and now no one has a clue. You get the picture…sorry for the pun.
Then there is this series of photos of that same Grandmother…and I LOVE them! Just look at the happiness on that face! What a beautiful image to leave behind for family to enjoy and appreciate years later. All of this really makes me think about what I’m going to leave behind someday…not only the photos, but the legacy, the stories. How do we want to be remembered?
What’s in your stash of photos?