Ancient Photos and Lasting Legacies
Wednesday, July 26, 2017
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We sat in the middle of the floor, surrounded by thousands of photos. My sister and I were overwhelmed by these collected images from the generations of our family. Mom had pictures stored in shoeboxes, crumbling albums, and plastic bags, all put away in two massive trunks.
The photos were from both sides of the family tree, with many protruding branches. It was disorganized, almost hopelessly so. The photo locations, ages, and bloodlines were all mixed together like a random time machine.
The busy redhead had the best of intentions to organize them, but she simply ran out of days. So the task fell to her children. We couldn't just leave it in boxes for our kids, without instructions, without any historical context.
Instead of despair, we viewed the task like a treasure hunt. One of my favorite finds was a large 8x10 photo of Siegfried and Emma Bonus. He, with a dour look and a beard that touched his navel, was paired with a woman with jolly cheeks and well-formed laugh lines. I wonder what their home was like? And I loved the photos of my dad as a boy and how much my own sons looked like him.
There were pictures of fishing trips and camp meetings, fields in harvest and babies in ornate cradles with lace hats. It was all interesting, but what did we need to keep? Was it right to throw away a 110-year-old photograph? Many of the people in the photos we simply didn't know. Perhaps they were acquaintances or distant family, but someone thought them important enough to photograph and to keep. Is that what memories should be, preserving what is important to others? Or do I get to choose?
The writer in me was very much aware that behind every photo is a story. Some I know, because they were retold at family gatherings. More than one conversation begins with the expression, "remember when?" But most of these stories are lost to the sands of time, perhaps forever.
Stories are used to spur conversation. But in a deeper way, they are tools to help us never forget, to perpetuate the memory. If you don't keep telling the story, the details get fuzzy—or exaggerated. I don't know how many times I've heard about the root beer on the carpet, or the sledding incident with the dog, or the fishing trip that ended with no fish and a canoe at the bottom of the lake. I know the details, but I want to keep hearing them, so I never forget.
In ancient times, legends were passed on through crude drawings on walls. Stories were told around the fire and values passed from generation to generation through carefully scripted traditions.
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