After
the obligatory ancestors, pictures with good memories attached are given
priority. Those marking major life events, still valid marriages, cute
baby pictures of my children and grandchildren, my grandmother, my aunt
and all those I love or have loved most are on the wall.
I try
to choose mostly positive, sometimes comical, or occasionally even slightly
absurd photos. Whatever the images, though, they never really tell the
whole story. Images squashed flat or drained of color, hide dimension,
special hues and subtle nuances which only words can paint. Every memory
triggers another which needs to be shared.
For a
very long time I also had a tray with loose photos on my coffee table.
When my grand- daughter was two or three, she would come to visit and
the first thing she would head for was that tray to look at pictures
of herself and go through every one and ask me to tell her about who
was in the pictures. To her most of those people are just as remote
as my G-G-G-grandparents are to me.
I often
wonder about Mary Jane and Hiram, and wish I knew more about them. It°s
interesting to look at them and speculate about what their life was
like in New England in the early 1800°s. They look pretty stern, though,
and I°m not at all certain that I'd want to travel back in time to meet
them.
A picture
is not always worth a thousand words. To leave behind only photographs
is not always enough. When I am long gone, and when my G-G-G grandchildren
look at their own wall or tray of pictures I°d like to try to leave
them another legacy--a history or a "herstory" to go along with the
pictures. I'm starting my story here.
With a
little luck, my story will survive, and future generations may have
a chance to travel back in time when they ask, "Who is that strange
looking, old lady on the wall?"