This morning, I got an email from my brother. He’d found a box, belonging to our uncle who passed away in 2004, full of photos and negatives. This was surprising, because I wasn’t even aware of that he had a camera! One thing I knew for sure — he didn’t like to be captured in photos, himself.
These photos were mainly from the many travels and outings my uncle and his g/f did, but also a few ‘every-day-pictures’. My brother recently bought this really fancy scanner, that can scan negatives and slides, but unfortunately these old negatives were some different size that the scanner can’t really handle … or only partly. He gave me some complicated explanation about it. Anyway, he sent me a few examples and from what I can see they’re from the 50’s, judging from car models.
One picture is from where my uncle and my mother were born. That same place I, myself, took some pictures of when I was home in 2011, but from a totally different angle.
I looked at all these pictures, and was once again reminded of how much I regret not paying attention while they were alive and telling me stories from the past! So many questions, and now it’s too late … I think many people find themselves in the same situation — when they have some kind of awakening and become interested in the past … it’s too late — nobody left to ask.
Apart from that, we’ve been out … both yesterday and today and I see signs that Spring is in the offing here …