How will you be remembered?

Meet Aunt Trudy….

This is how I was introduced to her this week… through a stack of black and white photos and letters left behind, and diligently saved by relatives who barely knew her. Years later, those relatives are digging through the leftovers and trying to piece together the scattered remnants in order to tell the story of her life.

As a minor contribution to their efforts, I offered to scan the photos, so Trudy’s story could be shared with other interested relatives.

While I was scanning these wonderful souvenirs of what seems to be a happy and amazing life, these are the thoughts that came to me…

The past looks so much better in 2-dimensional black and white photos. I found myself envious of the life of this person who I have never met. I know better than to think it was a perfect time in history, but I think I would have liked the more simplified lifestyle.

Old black and white photos are so incredible because of their ability to stand the test of time but what will we leave behind when all is said and done?

How will the digital photos, the ones that actually get printed, hold together when our future curious relatives want to start digging up the past? Will they have to go through our Facebook and email accounts in order to fill in our blanks? Will those cyber scrapbooks still exist? Or will our lives disappear once we disappear? And does it really matter anyway?

Well, I don’t have any of the answers, but I know these photos made me smile and reflect for a minute… and I am not even related to her.

So all I can say is… I hope you enjoy Aunt Trudy and her love of life, and cottage cheese, as much as I do. And maybe we should all save a couple of our favorite photos in a safe, waterproof and harddrive crash proof, place for our curious future… just in case facebook is not around.

Bathing Beauties…

The photo above is my absolute favorite photo, maybe ever, but that’s because it is of my family.

The elegant bathing beauty is my grandmother, facing her is my grandfather, and to the left is my mom. And I need to do my research, but I’d like to believe they are at the same beach we all still go to every year, but I am not sure.

My grandparents are now 84 years old and still want to go swimming in the ocean… although they are frustrated because they can’t get in and out as easily as they used to. For the rest of us it means we all come together and work as a group to get them through the rough waves and out past the breakers. It definitely was a little scary, but we made it through, together, every time. And as a result that experience is one of Arann and my favorite memories of the trip.

And for all my fellow photo nerds who are wondering how I got these photos… very nervously while holding my Rollei over my head and jumping very very very high when the waves came… I do NOT recommend it! As soon as I was out in the middle of it all I realized what a bad idea it was, but I figured I should at least try since there was no way of getting out quickly.

The Rollei seemed to weather the adventure just fine, but my light meter, the same one that went swimming in the Byrnes High School toilet last summer, did not live to see another photo shoot. It seems it was a fresh water meter only. RIP dear meter, you served me well.

At first I was bummed about the fuzziness of the photos, but I think it is appropriate and I like how it somewhat matches the old photo.

But the photo below… is my new favorite favorite… not planned, or staged, just a real moment (told to wait for a minute while I run and get my camera) on the way to the beach.

My two favorite boys, I mean, men.

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