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archival tendencies.

i have very few pictures from my childhood, much less candid shots of my family as a whole...

(l-r) pat, mom, me, dad (holding hildi?), pam, kim and eric. c.1967

so, when my sister-in-law dar passed this along to me (saved by my cousin tom) i found myself studying each minute detail - the body language, facial expressions, clothing and hair styles...even the reflection in the window. i'm desperately investigating a time that is forever gone. there's a part of me that wants to leap into this visual piece of evidence and retrieve the memories that have long since laid dormant in my mind.

when my parents divorced in the early 80's, i recall certain family members divvying up the household goods, almost as if my parents had died. being at the tender age of 15, i can tell you that family trinkets and heirlooms were the last thing on my mind. while my siblings bickered over who would get the monopoly game or gravy boat, i was wracked with hormones and worried about surviving alone with my dad and his soon to be new wife in their house clear across town.

i pass by my childhood house each and every time i visit iowa city.. a modest ranch house (painted barn red!), swimming in a sea of massive historical relics. i was ashamed of my house growing up, craving the character and mystic appeal of all my friend's older homes.

but, now i'd like to roam the halls of that house, smell the walls, touch the counters, walk on the creaky basement steps...see remnants of a family not yet interrupted.

so, i'll covet this photo, and any others i receive in the future..


Apr. 22nd, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
I was the last of 4 children so there aren't a lot of pictures of me as a small child. After taking scads of pictures of the first kid and then not so much of the second, etc. by the time I came along, my parents were all pictured out, I guess. I went to visit someone once, who had just moved; a friend of a friend. To my astonishment and delight, my friend pulled up to the house I lived in as a child. Although I was only 3 when we moved, I remember that house and it was pretty neat to see the inside of it all those decades later. The house we moved into after that one is now gone, condos replacing it, but if I have the time, I drive down that street when I am in that city.
Apr. 22nd, 2006 05:57 pm (UTC)
yes...one of the few drawbacks of being the youngest child. i think parents should anticipate this laziness and hire a professional to document anything past the first child..like a live-in maid, yah? i do think it's made us much more appreciative of what we DO have, though. and HOW COOL that you got a tour of your first home!!! did it seem smaller?

Apr. 22nd, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC)
How interesting.

My mother gave me the 'baby journal' she started when I was born. It's only 3 years but I loved reading it and re-reading it.

After reading your comment I long to see the photos at my mothers house. I hadn't really thought of this before now.

Thank you./
Apr. 22nd, 2006 06:46 pm (UTC)
and don't hesitate to scan and share some of those photos!!!

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