I was scanning more of my dad's slides today. It seemed so strange that I am literally about 300 feet from where many of these photos were taken, and yet they were before my time and totally remote to me.
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| These are my dad's parents, my English grandmother. This was near the end of her life I think, when she had cancer. She died before I was born. This house is across the way from my office. No one has lived there since my grandfather died in 2007 though. |
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| Christmas, in the same house, early 80s. My dad is wearing the Nike shirt. My mom is in front of the TV. The rest are my aunts, uncles, older cousins, and grandfather. |
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| Aunt Susie. She used to watch me on Saturdays while my dad worked. She died when I was 8. I have no memory of her being this skinny or deformed. She had polio. In all photos of her, she looks sad and never makes eye contact with the camera, yet I remember her as one of the most warm, gentle, and loving people in my childhood. I never cried as much as I did when she died. |
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| My mom shelling peas at my Granny's house near Birmingham. My cousin and my mom's dog Nicholas are with her. |
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| One of my school pictures. Look at that hair. And that Bugle Boy. |
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