pictures from the past

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 …

DSC_3494.NEFGroundhogs are out!

DSC_3577.NEF-001Wigeons are back! πŸ™‚

18 Replies to “pictures from the past”

  1. “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 β€” when they have some kind of awakening and become interested in the past … it’s too late β€” nobody left to ask.”

    Truer words were never spoken.

  2. It is the saddest thing… Can’t count how many times over the past few years that I’ve wished I could ask for answers, or hear those “same old stories” just one more time…
    Good to see the Spring arrivals from your neck of the woods: )

  3. I love looking at old photos, if only they could speak.
    I have been in a similar situation, with old family photos……where is it, who is it, who took it etc.
    I did say to myself I wish some info was written on the reverse for future viewers, but I’m just as guilty of not doing it on the many many prints I’ve got.
    The problem is, we view our photos, and we know all the questions, so it seems a silly thing writing on the back.

    1. Of all my pictures that I’ve taken, I’ve never printed one! Besides, there Re no people in them, they are mainly ducks and squirrels LOL.

      My brother has eight grandchildren and I hardly know them. Those are the only blood relatives, but you never know … in their old age they might become interested πŸ™‚

      1. Better to err on the side of caution and assume they’ll WANT to know, rather than be stuck in our position later, yes?
        Hope your Easter was full of fuzzy, furry, feathered things; )

  4. Yesterday, when I was young, people didn’t expect/believe anyone would care about their “old” pictures so they mostly didn’t label them. Also people didn’t spread out a much so I think they figured if anyone does care, Aunt X or Cousin Y can tell them or even Mrs sos and so down the block. I think we care more because we are so spread out now and their is no stable community to ask.
    That’s why I have stared tagging everything. It is funny though. I have pics from college and I have no idea who 25% of the people are!

    1. That is so true! When — which is rare — I have people pictures, I tag them too. I have a class photo from second grade, and I can name them all.

      But then again, if I’d had one from eighth grade, it wouldn’t be all that easy.

  5. You are right, I regret that there is issues I didnt discus with my parents, and now its too late ( and aunts, uncles, grand parents).
    Its a little strange that I today is in the first row ( of falling out at the edge ). Where do I leave my story- and what do we do with all our pictures?
    Maybe write an auto- biography LOL

    1. Hej Annette!
      That’s exactly the question I’ve asked myself many times: who [if any] will care when I’m gone?! I’m trying to tell myself that I don’t care…

  6. Nice little mementos from bygone days…the 2 included are quite pretty. Yeah…we always leave the questions unasked for too long. Happy Easter from our house to yours.

  7. We are finding all sorts of things as we go through my grandmother’s things. So far, the best has been a series of poems. They have brought us immense comfort and I’m so glad she left them behind. Yes, there are questions I wish I could ask, but for now the words she left behind are enough. πŸ™‚

  8. I’ve felt the same thing “some kind of awakening and become interested in the past”. The past won’t change anything, but it can be interesting to know this and that.

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