Fragments of Life
Jun. 10th, 2003 03:41 pmI think that there are few things more poignant than lost photographs. Lying in the street earlier, a stack of pictures, obviously dropped by a burglar or thief who had no use for them.
Seeing photos abandoned like that always tweaks my heart; they’re fragments of somebody’s life – possibly the only record they have of life’s happy moments, scattered and meaningless and of no value to anybody but the original owner.
It always strikes me as unutterably sad that these memories have been lost.
Seeing photos abandoned like that always tweaks my heart; they’re fragments of somebody’s life – possibly the only record they have of life’s happy moments, scattered and meaningless and of no value to anybody but the original owner.
It always strikes me as unutterably sad that these memories have been lost.
Erk.
Date: 2003-06-10 08:06 am (UTC)There are 4 portraits in Dad's attic from the 1700 & 1800's. He doesn't know who they are, but they were taken to Australia by reletives when they emigrated. There is no one alive who would know.
What does one do with them?
Re: Erk.
Date: 2003-06-10 08:48 am (UTC)Blue_Cat - donate them to a museum, especially the cultural sort. I can't think of anything more sorrowful (and fairly high on the twisted scale) than hawking those pics in the local market (for tourist procurement).
Re: Erk.
Date: 2003-06-10 09:05 am (UTC)I am trying to convince Dad to ask if his sisters kids might be interested in the portraits - he says not as they are not Packard's. But they are of the genetic line at least (sorry, My Bro & I were adopted so part of me thinks we arn't "real" Packards - and I'm married now.)
We shall see - museum is a good idea.
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Date: 2003-06-13 09:21 am (UTC)