Wednesday, January 30, 2013

A photo holds a million memories

I have a pretty poor memory. This was confirmed when my sister contradicted my long held belief (and current hate) of using the phone.  She kindly informed me that, as a child, I was one of *those* teenagers. You know the ones...come home from school and instantly on the phone with the friend they have just walked home with who lives 4 doors down! I may or may not have been guilty of that exact crime but typing it jogs a memory.

And this is the thing.  I am currently obsessed with particular family history. Whenever I go home I pull out the photo albums in my Uncles house....which are conveniently stored in *my* room (so named because I am the one who uses it the most!). I have pulled no end of photos out to bring home to scan ...seriously, one of my family needs to invest in a scanner...I hate mutilating the albums but they are too big to bring home with me.....and I love it. And why do I love it? Because they trigger memories.

I am around 4 or 5 in the picture on the left.  There is nothing amazingly special about it. But the first time I looked at it I got really excited.  Why? Because of the guitar.  Now, I don't have any particular memory about this guitar except that I absolutely loved it....and as I typed that statement, I suddenly remembered the little plectrum I had and how cool I thought that was.....!

Then, there is the one above. This was on my birthday in 1983 ...thanks to my nan who marked the date on the  back ...  and judging by the colour of the bike, I am guessing that it is my Raleigh Apple bike....oh, how I loved that bike. It has also triggered a memory of another Raleigh bike I had ...purple ....think it was called lady?....around the 90s...anyone remember as I will be all night on the internet!!!!!

The thing is, I probably don't remember anything about the particular day that has been photographed in any picture. But what is in the picture...clothes, the carpet, the stereo (especially the one in the above picture....ooooo lots of stories are coming to mind......) tends to trigger lots of things that I thought I had forgotten.  It is true to say that I am definately a visual person and that is the beauty of having the photos and why I have become obsessive about asking everyone to dig deep...I now have so many 'triggered memory' stories, I don't have enough photos for them.  However, I do have plenty of pretty

This picture holds no particular triggers.....I just love this picture so had to share. :-D

1 comment:

  1. These photos are all so sweet! I need to go through all my old childhood photos too, my mum has them all. She scanned some in and made a photobook for me, but obviously I'd like some for scrapbooking! x