Today is day 29 for the march Slice of Life daily writing challenge, hosted at “Two Writing Teachers”.
Photos and Memories
When I went to facebook yesterday, I saw a photo my nephew had posted and I recognized everyone.
He wasn’t too sure, so I told him this this was a photo of his dad (my older brother), his grandfather, me (topless!), grandmother and aunt. My brother was able to identify the place – Lake Mattabin, Quebec, a place I didn’t remember.
As I looked closely at the photo, I knew I was 4 or 5 but I did not remember being on the boat. I did vaguely remember climbing stone steps.
Later I pulled out the first album I ever made, as a ten year old. The first photo was of a young girl. I knew I had played with her, the house I lived in but I could not remember her name. I hadn’t even put it in the album.
As I leafed through the album, few memories were vivid. I could remember snippets of events and people, but if names were not listed I could not remember them.
It seems like memories are slipping away. As I look back, some memories can be remembered from a photo and some memories play like a video in my mind, with much detail.
I have a shoebox of old photos of my Mom’s, that I received after she died. When I looked through them, too many had no names or dates and it was only a guessing game who the people were. Now, there is no one left to tell me who these people are.
I am saddened by the loss of these memories, of not knowing who these people were. I have so many albums and photos, filled with moments captured in time. A smile, young children, people I’ve cared about – I don’t want to ever lose these memories.