Nice post, close to my own heart, another person with more questions than answers about the past… have you ever read a novel called The Memory Box? you might like it….
I daresay you have hit the nail on its proverbial head with that one…
You are too kind.
Loved your rich descriptions. I oftentimes wonder if having all these photographs makes us a bit lazy. Do we lose the smell and the feel if we rely only on visual memories?
I can’t answer for Pam, but I can surely say that I think we get distracted by the map and forget the territory entirely. It took me a long time to take a photograph after offering to take some portraits of my Amish neighbor’s beautiful children, and she sweetly demure, “It’s not our way.” I often think that she lived more minute by minute, not rushing by to the next thing because after all, there would be photos to fall back on.
I’ve never done the photo thing myself. I usually stuff things into the back of the closet or a drawer and when I need to clear the clutter in my head, I clean something out and make a Goodwill run. There are some things though, that I may never use, but I will never throw away. I have my grandmother’s glasses, black cat-eye frames with mother of pearl inlay. I put them on once in a while and it feels like she’s sitting next to me. A picture can’t conjure her the way the glasses do. :)
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Nice post, close to my own heart, another person with more questions than answers about the past… have you ever read a novel called The Memory Box? you might like it….
No, but I’ll look for it. On some level, I’d love to know all the answers, but what if they aren’t nearly as exciting as the questions?
I daresay you have hit the nail on its proverbial head with that one…
You are too kind.
Loved your rich descriptions. I oftentimes wonder if having all these photographs makes us a bit lazy. Do we lose the smell and the feel if we rely only on visual memories?
I can’t answer for Pam, but I can surely say that I think we get distracted by the map and forget the territory entirely. It took me a long time to take a photograph after offering to take some portraits of my Amish neighbor’s beautiful children, and she sweetly demure, “It’s not our way.” I often think that she lived more minute by minute, not rushing by to the next thing because after all, there would be photos to fall back on.
I’ve never done the photo thing myself. I usually stuff things into the back of the closet or a drawer and when I need to clear the clutter in my head, I clean something out and make a Goodwill run. There are some things though, that I may never use, but I will never throw away. I have my grandmother’s glasses, black cat-eye frames with mother of pearl inlay. I put them on once in a while and it feels like she’s sitting next to me. A picture can’t conjure her the way the glasses do. :)
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