No, I wasn't regressing, tripping, drinking, smoking or in any other way, voluntary or not, changing my 'state of being'.
I was wallowing in the family photo albums.
My mother moved into an assisted living apartment almost two years ago. Like good children everywhere, we siblings immediately started dividing up the spoils. We soon discovered there was no way to divide the family photo albums. Everyone wanted them – including my mother, of course. She still has them.
Tech Girl to the rescue! Knowing that it was an unresolved issue waiting to explode I borrowed the albums and scanned all the photos to disc. Unlike my mother's photos of her childhood, which are black and white, and in perfect condition, a lot of the these early colored pics were faded and discolored, some were barely there at all. With the help of Photoshop I have been bringing the photos back to their original glory – or as close as possible.
I re-discovered some interesting things about my family in the process:
My sister and I wore dresses and my brothers wore suits: to church, for Christmas and Easter dinner, birthday parties, any special occasion.
My mother loves flowers and was always proud of her 'flower beds'. Every possible photo opportunity took place in front of her flowers.
Apparently we ate a lot of cake.
One of my cousins requested a tiered layer wedding cake with a pineapple-coconut filling between the layers. It was a very hot July day and we had to take the cake on an hour car trip. It was a big cake. It was a bumpy road. It was an awful day!
I've looked at all of the photos often while growing up. Trying to restore them has forced me to really look at them, each one separately and carefully. Working to get the colors back has made me notice all of the little things. I spend two – three minutes on each photo and it has been a real trip down memory lane! I see long-forgotten toys under Christmas trees; the aunts that I always thought were so big, weren't at all; my mother had one dining room wall painted bright red; and everybody (except my mother) smoked! Right in the house! In front of the children! They drank wine, too! It's a wonder we managed to reach adulthood!
My mother's family had one photo album. My mother, as youngest child, was the designated keeper but it was often on loan to one of her sisters, nieces or nephews.
When I visit on Mother's day I'll have a digital copy of our childhood memories for each of my siblings. We can all look at the photos on my sister's big screen TV, tease each other about horrble clothes and dodgy hairstyles, and remember the cakes….
And, maybe I can finally find out about that damn red wall…..
For all of you 'Daring Bakers' the cakes were either Amgel Food, Devil's Food Layer or….Red Velvet Layer. The Birthday Child got to choose!
Note about the photos: I wasn't able to restore all of every photo and I concentrate on the humans. This last one of my older brother, for example: I was able to get the color for him pretty good, but not the cake or the walls. The ceiling is actually white and the walls a pale turquoise. But the red inset nook is right and matches the red wall on the other side…..