Pictures and the Past
I’ve never been a picture person. Of course if you navigate through our website that would not seem to be the case. Let me explain…I don’t mind posing for pictures, I’ve just never been one to take them or hang onto them. I’ve got a few dusty albums around generally full of pictures my friends or relatives took and then gave to me so I could have a keepsake. I appreciate pictures for their artistic value and their use to jog memories but personally I just try live my life and any recording I do of it is done in journals. When it comes to memories, I’d rather tell you a story than show you a picture or a video. Pretty soon the other air personalities will post baby pictures and I won’t be among them. My family lost the majority of it’s pictures when my grandparents house burned down. The few we have left are strategically displayed at my Mom’s House. My brother and I in matching Christmas outfits, one baby picture of my brother whose hair grew in a Mohawk until he was 2. I have been entrusted with my Mom’s high school graduation picture and a picture of my parents sitting together not long after they were married. It makes me sad just to write this because more than the pictures I lost my beloved Grandmother in that fire. Don’t cry for me Argentina because I know she has all those pictures up in heaven and is telling stories to everyone about them! (I like to think I got my listening and storytelling abilities from her.) I like to think the Lord himself has had a good laugh looking at some of those pictures. Besides, as I said I am not a picture person. I remember many of them, pictures from birthdays and holidays, of distant cousins I never met, old family friends and times long gone but never forgotten because the stories are with me and in journals. Now and then I’ll be reminded of something that will make me tell the stories about the pictures that can no longer be seen and I usually think about my grandmother when I’m telling a story, espcially one about when I was a kid. Both the story and the memory of her usually make me laugh and to me that’s worth more than any picture. M