Life is so difficult these days, isn’t it? I mean, they had it so much easier years ago.
The woman with the washboard is smiling! This tells me everything is a matter of perspective. It’s not what happens to you in life, but how you deal with it.
The man in this 1941 photo is the husband of the woman with the washboard. The baby with the round, pudgy face is their daughter.
It’s for sure these three from 1949 are Italian peasants. The woman is the one with the washboard. The little girl is the one with the round, pudgy face, and the boy is her brother.
Above, those same children are in a photo with their grandparents.
In December when my mom moved to her new apartment, she had to downsize a lot. So, she gave me two wonderful hand-me-downs.
One of them was my grandma’s Hummel collection.
The other was all of my mom’s and grandmother’s old photos. The photos range from seventy-seven years ago, to today. Some are from even longer ago, before my mom was born.
The woman with the washboard is my grandma, Levia, written about in my blog post, Grandma’s Thursday. The little girl with the round, pudgy face and in the family photos is my mom. The two older people are my mom’s maternal grandparents and my maternal great-grandparents, Romeo and Rovina, who are straight from Italy.
Above is a photo taken in 1958 of my parents going to prom. They are eighteen but don’t look more than fifteen to me. This was taken with a Polaroid camera in color. Polaroids weren’t meant to last long, and the colors are all distorted. (Note the plastic cover over the chair next to my dad).
When I look at these photos and see the things that really matter in life, I can’t help but wonder why society is so divided. During the times of these photos and when I was a child, we leaned on family and friends in our communities in good times and in bad. Maybe that’s what is missing from society today. I just don’t know.
I miss my grandma’s vivacious, fun-loving, giving and inclusive nature. She had so many friends at our family gatherings, that I thought they were my Aunts and Uncles until I became an adult. Being there for each other made our lives better.
I’m fortunate to have known all four of my grandparents. I’m even more blessed to have had a role model to show me how to be grateful, no matter what happens in life.
My memoir anthology, Home Avenue, has four short tales chronicling special moments with family. We can find humor and inspiration even after growing up with dysfunction. My novel, Whit’s End, is contemporary fiction showing the perils of family dysfunction and perhaps a way to overcome.
Do you have any old photos of distant ancestors? Do you have a role model from your family? A teacher? A friend?