Old Photo Albums, Blogging and Photographic Memories
Like Bon at Crib Chronicles, I have faded albums from my childhood, many of which contain only a few of me with my mother. Her words beautifully illustrate the importance for photographic memories of and with our children and provide a perfect 21st century tie in with a discussion on why she blogs these things.
The majority are scratchy snapshots, square and white-rimmed, with a seventies patina Instagram would die for. They follow a pattern. Child – generally trussed up in finery – stands perched in front of adult – equally awkwardly trussed up in finery, frequently with a Christmas colour scheme. Both smile. My mother’s smile is determined, mine distracted. In one, her hand gently but firmly grips the square jut of my chin and points my face to the camera.
Photo Credit: shiwa.