Photos on Facebook, remembered in various ways...
Over the past nine months, posting photos on Facebook has become a regular activity. We took photos when traveling, on holidays or special occasions, of children growing up, and other times randomly. All of the photos taken by me are remembered, with a few exceptions noted with "unknown location" or a similar comment. The camel in a field near a beach with apartment houses in the background is an example of that previously posted. There are differences among the memories.
With almost all, the place is remembered, with many the surrounding circumstances come to mind, and with some a detailed memory of an event or activity still seems fresh. One like that from 36 years ago is posted today, and everything associated with it is a good thought. I guess that's healthy.
There are photos of Kathy from albums she kept before we met, and a few from her childhood. She told me about some of them over the years, and others are simply interesting on their own to me, maybe some to others. In her teens and early '20's, she kept albums that are more like scrapbooks. They contain not just photos, but also ticket stubs, brochures, itineraries, museum passes, letters from people she met on the trip, and comments written in margins on the pages, as well as her artwork on some pages related to an event. These are entertaining. She did some of that with books that she put together of our trips, but nothing like her youthful ones.
There are a few childhood photos of me, but little beyond that. When taking a two and a half month trip to Europe in late 1971 with two college friends, or trips to Little Exuma or Jamaica in the 1970's, photography was not what I did. My two friends on the Europe trip both had cameras, but my attitude at the time was that I could buy post cards or look in books for pictures of the sights and preferred to stay in the present and soak experience in, if that is the way it can be characterized. As for taking photos with people, the guys were just that. Somewhere there are two or three photos of me sent by one of them after the trip, no idea where they are.
When Kathy and I began traveling in 1981, it was expected by her and I bought right in. That has become apparent to those who check in on Facebook as "friends", and others who follow without signing up as a "friend". Given the events of this year, I guess that this will continue... Be forewarned, there is a large drawer in a basement cabinet in the ping pong room that is filled with piles of photos that did not find there way into albums. Precarious steps down but...
With almost all, the place is remembered, with many the surrounding circumstances come to mind, and with some a detailed memory of an event or activity still seems fresh. One like that from 36 years ago is posted today, and everything associated with it is a good thought. I guess that's healthy.
There are photos of Kathy from albums she kept before we met, and a few from her childhood. She told me about some of them over the years, and others are simply interesting on their own to me, maybe some to others. In her teens and early '20's, she kept albums that are more like scrapbooks. They contain not just photos, but also ticket stubs, brochures, itineraries, museum passes, letters from people she met on the trip, and comments written in margins on the pages, as well as her artwork on some pages related to an event. These are entertaining. She did some of that with books that she put together of our trips, but nothing like her youthful ones.
There are a few childhood photos of me, but little beyond that. When taking a two and a half month trip to Europe in late 1971 with two college friends, or trips to Little Exuma or Jamaica in the 1970's, photography was not what I did. My two friends on the Europe trip both had cameras, but my attitude at the time was that I could buy post cards or look in books for pictures of the sights and preferred to stay in the present and soak experience in, if that is the way it can be characterized. As for taking photos with people, the guys were just that. Somewhere there are two or three photos of me sent by one of them after the trip, no idea where they are.
When Kathy and I began traveling in 1981, it was expected by her and I bought right in. That has become apparent to those who check in on Facebook as "friends", and others who follow without signing up as a "friend". Given the events of this year, I guess that this will continue... Be forewarned, there is a large drawer in a basement cabinet in the ping pong room that is filled with piles of photos that did not find there way into albums. Precarious steps down but...
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