This post is the first of what I hope will be an ongoing and interesting series. It was prompted by a post over at Stuart Forsyth’s place. It featured an old family photograph of a woman on a rock. It’s a lovely image from a time long passed.
In the post Stuart talks about having a collection of family photographs going back generations. Through my long-term interest in photography, I have gathered a large collection of family photos too, mostly from my mother’s side of the family.
I am not sure why there are so few from my father’s family. Maybe they have gone to someone else, maybe they just didn’t take a lot of photos. For some reason, a lot of people in my mother’s family had cameras and took a lot of photos of family gatherings and holidays.
I have a large box of old photo envelopes containing camera shop/pharmacy type prints. Some still have their negatives in the envelopes too.
Unfortunately, some are fading, worse still, over the years they have been looked at so many times that some of them have been mixed up and are no longer with the other images they were originally with. Worst of all, there are no notes on the prints, so I don’t know where they were all taken, or even who some of the people are. But they are a fascinating insight into the generations that came before me and my early childhood.
The first image I am posting in this series is one that is very important to me personally, it is the beginning of my story.
This is my mum and dad on the day they became engaged in 1949.