Do you remember sitting beside your grandmother looking at an old photo album of black and white or faded colour photos of your family? All held in place by little gold corners. “Oh look. This is your father when he was five!” she would say.
Or maybe she showed you your parents’ wedding album. It was once pristine white, but has become a bit discoloured from years of fond handling. So many family members to remember or see when they wore very silly fashions of the time. Oh, brown suits and wide collars and ties of the early seventies. Memories.
My mother used to embarrass me when I was a teenager by showing any prospective new girlfriend my baby album. In particular, she loved to point out the one where I was having a wee in the back garden at age three.
Now however we have our photos and memories on our computers. Yes, I can sit in front of a screen with my grandchildren and show them those old photos. Beautifully scanned and retouched. The newer photos outnumber them by thousands though, as it is too easy to take a photo now. So my grandchildren end up showing me their photos instead.
I know I get sentimental, but a Box Brownie or an Instamatic photo seemed to have more of a uniqueness and value. The film was expensive and so was the processing, so each one became a priceless treasure. These beautiful cameras didn’t have a trash or delete button.
The one saving grace for me is my daughter. She loves having real photos taken by a real photographer and sending me the prints of my grandkids. These I can put into an album to treasure. (After I’ve scanned them of course!)