It is strange to think of people I know or knew - my grandparents, my mum and her siblings, my mum's best friend - being alive in decades that I cannot help but think of as slightly fictional.
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| My granddad and uncle |
Monday 28 February 2011
one hundred and seven
When my mum came back to London to celebrate her birthday, she stopped off at her sister's to pick up a big box of old photos.
It is strange to think of people I know or knew - my grandparents, my mum and her siblings, my mum's best friend - being alive in decades that I cannot help but think of as slightly fictional.
It is strange to think of people I know or knew - my grandparents, my mum and her siblings, my mum's best friend - being alive in decades that I cannot help but think of as slightly fictional.
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ohhh these are wonderful! they look like scenes from a movie... i understand what you mean about the fictional-seeming decades of our parents youths. it is a beautiful faraway sensation looking through their old pictures, such a different generation that we now know only in the retelling.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great find! I love old photographs. These are really lovely!
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