I’ve developed a habit of collecting old family photos and collaging them on my walls. I place them somewhat randomly with thumb tacks. My two youngest, and I play a game where they point and ask me, “Who’s that?” We three laugh because they know the answers to their own questions. (We do this every day). Most of the women on my walls are family, and I must have told a million stories about each and every one of them. But, we three love the game, so we continue on every day.
“Who’s that?” ”That’s Grandma Jamelle. She believes in fairies.” (Smiles) “Who’s that?” “That’s Great-GreatGrandmother, Lurline. She didn’t allow any sass in her house.” (Quiet faces) “Who’s that?” “That’s Auntie-Mona. She’s my big sister, but I’m way taller than her now!” (Laughter)
I was looking through old family photos and came across these.
Keeping family stories alive. Finding the beauty. Being inspired.
(PS I was on vaca in the Vineyard this past week and my internet was so-so. Just posting these now. Enjoy!)