We sat on the sun filled deck here in the Humble Bungalow garden and sipped freshly made iced tea and noshed on some antipasto, crackers, and a round of brie cheese.
My sister and I wanted to have copies of many of these images as Mother is the keeper of the albums.
I am planning to have these copied and will go hunting for some frames and plan to set up a photo gallery somewhere in the Bungalow, a shrine for want of a better word, paying homage to my family and my roots.
Father atop a sandstone rock in the BC Gulf Islands
Mother sitting on a rocky seashore
and I see my love of scarves has been inherited!
I think they make a fine pair.
No fish tales needed here
a picture is worth a thousand words!
Dad and his dog in the front yard of his family home.
Black and white images
are so evocative and rich in detail.
I love vintage family photos
they show us a bit of what we have forgotten
a time long past that can be revisited
Some of the photos are forced and staged
while others are taken quite spontaneously
capturing the reality and honesty of that moment so many years ago.
I got quite emotional looking through all the images...
so many of the people in the pictures have passed away
not to be forgotten
but to be remembered with love.
Mother and my cousin.
If you have a family member that you have been neglecting
try and make contact with them this weekend
phone, visit, or write them a letter.
You'll be happy that you took the time and made the effort
and it might just make their day a little brighter knowing that they are thought about by you.
Spread a little joy wherever you go this weekend.