Susan and I brought a big project with us to work on during the long, lazy afternoons post stem cell transplant. It is sorting through three huge bins of photographs from the last half century and we (i.e. Susan) are almost done.
Our pre-digital-age snaps stretch back to the days of square pieces of cardboard with rounded corners. They came in paper envelopes from Kodak with the sepia 35 mm negatives tucked in a separate sleeve.
How did we decide what to keep for our albums and what to toss? For the most part we kept pictures with faces, preferably children’s. Landscapes, vistas, vacation spots without smiling family or friends in the frame didn’t make the cut.
Hairstyles are always good for a laugh. With my foofy hair, bangs, moustache and beard atop a six-foot, 137-pound frame, I looked like an auburn Q-Tip. Susan obviously had a habit of sticking her finger in light sockets. Bowl cuts for the boys and pony/pig tales for Julie were standard issue.
Coiffures changed a lot through the years; smiles stayed the same.
Fashion is another knee-slapper. Who dressed us back then? And why did we go put in public or allow ourselves to be photographed in stuff circus clowns would shun.
Through the marvel of these miniature windows we can view magnificent memories. Our lives have been richly textured with incredible people and wonderful experiences. I may have questions about my future but there’s no doubt my past has been greatly blessed.
Speaking of the future, if all goes well I have my exit interview tomorrow and get my central line taken out. That means I could go home on Tuesday.