Snapshots are our way of preserving the past. Moments in time that we want to remember. Memories of another time, another place, another way of life. Snapshots can tell a story, even, if only to the people in the picture. I love to look at old pictures and often find myself going through them. This is one of my favorites.
This snapshot is full of memories for me. Front row is sisters Jane and Tina, back row is me and sister Brenda and was probably taken in spring of 1968. I remember mother had someone take it for her at our home on Backstreet. That was the house where I spent the majority of my teenage years. I loved that house and have many wonderful memories of it. The wallpaper behind us was green flocking with a cream colored background on the walls in the living room. That wall was the only wall in the room that wasn't filled with mirrors, pictures or other types of wall hangings, mainly because when the front door was open, which it usually was, this wall was hidden. In this house I had my first date, went to my first prom, got my drivers license, and many other important moments in a teenage girl's life.
The cotton dress I have on in this photo was also green, with tiny little flowers in it. I had just finished making it during my first year of home ec. It was the first sewing I had ever done and I was quite proud of it. Jane was already married and on her own by then, thus the sensible solid colored dress. Poor Brenda and Tina still had to wear what Mom picked out for them and unfortunately, Mom liked big prints....checks...polka-dots.....plaids, anything big and bright. And, as you can see, bows in the hair were the "in" thing and I have to admit, I was a big fan.
I've heard it said that the eyes are the windows to our soul. Well, I believe snapshots are the windows to our lifetime. Some views are good, some not so good; but all make up the story of who we are. Trips down memory lane remind us of where we came from and who helped us get to where we are today. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not very organized when it comes to my photos. I wish I were. But that doesn't lessen the importance of them. They may not be organized, but I do know where they are and go through them frequently. Each and every snapshot is a precious memory.
Until next time...that's my view.
Written for week #66 GBE 2 prompt - snapshot