I have been diligently cleaning my office the past few days. Organizing, filing and getting things in order for the work to come. Better yet, in anticipation of the work to come. I came across a manila envelop my granny sent me over a year ago that I filed away. Inside were photos of my family. Tons of my brother and me from when we were young. Including our class photo from each year of school. You know, the ones with the blue backdrop? Every so often the people in charge of backdrops would mix it up and add something a little flashier like a blue backdrop with lasers. Aside from the laser light backdrop and my perm, the photos that stood out the most were those of my grand parents and my dad.
The year was 1947, a few years after my grandfather returned from WWII. My mom wasn’t even born. And there stands my handsome grandfather hanging sheets to dry. My granny is on the right with my uncle. In the garden pail is my dad. I’m not sure why he’s in a garden pail, maybe it has to do with his nickname, the chicken coop kid. Regardless, I’m so happy I have these. Now I know why we save photos. It’s not for ourselves. It’s for our generations to come.
PS. I love those trousers my GP is sporting. And that dress. It’s pretty great too.
