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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.
In most of the photo albums of my childhood, there are only a couple of pictures of my mother and I together.
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.
Continue reading to see how she views her blog as a digital version of her old photo albums.
Photo Credit: shiwa.
