I am constantly reflecting on photos from the past, here on my Ipad, and yes, I keep others in my head, more because they are on transparencies and that is a whole different ball game to get onto my photo section. We all remember in different ways, but as Gail says, who knew it would all change??? Evelyn
I’ve slipped back into pure nostalgia today.
My brother visited last week and asked if I had any pictures of dad – he passed away in 2007, dad, not my brother, obviously. I scurried around a bit in the drawer under the bed, fighting cobwebs, as you do, and found an old tin that I’d brought away from the family home, when dad passed away, with a very random selection of old prints. No one has pictures printed any more, do they? Don’t we keep everything on hard drives, pen drives and such like? Anyway …
We sorted through them, ahhing, whooing and remembering the people and places that we, at the time, simply took for granted. They would always be there, wouldn’t they? These people. These places? A fault of the young, I fear, thinking that things will continue.
My brother started to laugh. ‘God, I remember…
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