Thursday Thoughts: “Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever…it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.”
― Aaron Siskind
I love pictures that help me remember.
I remember sitting on my great-grandmother, Bubba’s, lap in the yellow booth in my grandmother’s kitchen. I remember admiring her beautiful, long, white hair as she untwisted it at the end of each day from the knot she wore it in on the top of her head. I remember watching her fold laundry and the beaming, partially toothless smile she faithfully gave me whenever she saw me. I remember wanting a “Bubba kiss” whenever I saw her. I remember her being kind, joyful, and thankful. I remember her soft, Hungarian accent and how she liked to sit on the porch, drink hot tea with milk and sugar, and feed the birds. Sometimes I’m not sure what I really remember and what I know from looking at old family pictures. But it really doesn’t matter; I DO remember, and I’m so glad that I do.
Several years ago, I restored some old family pictures and made them into Christmas ornaments for my parents. I also made some for myself. This ornament is a picture of my great-grandmother, my younger sister, Becky, and me sitting on my grandmother’s front porch. What a blessing to have really known and now remember this wonderful woman.