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Thursday, February 23, 2017

Nostalgia Ain't What It Used To Be

I don't know whether this is another one of those things everyone thinks when they get old but kids these days don't seem to care about the past, or it's use for the future.

Let me give you an example....

At the wedding last weekend, due to the rrival of little Poppy, there were four generations of M's family there. And her great uncle had brought a photo with him of himself with M and her two sisters sat in the garden with him when he was in his late teens and they were just small kids. Marj wanted just two photos taken, one of the four generations and one of her great uncle with her three daughters. Could she get one, could she buggery. Trying to get her girls to have a photo taken at a relevant time was impossible. They couldn't fit it in between their drinking at the wedding and their need to bugger off the next morning to go and do something which didn't involve hanging araound a minute longer than necessary. They couldn't see why she wanted these photos. What was so special? What was the point?

In the end, just before they all left M rather through her toys out of her pram, or as much as she ever does, whih comes across as slightly peeved. Two of the three daughters I think had realised that maybe this was something their mother cared about and rang later that day to find out if she was ok a they thought something might have upset her. So she explained, but they still don't get the idea why she would want these photo's. Luckily by chance, I had taken a photo during the reception that had all four generations in it, although it isn't posed, Poppy has her back to us, and it's slightly out of focus as people moved. But at least it is there and we hope one day it will give Poppy a chance to see her Great Great Uncle the first time she met him.

It's funny, with digital photography all three girls take hundreds of photos a year on phones etc, thousands of photos perhaps, but maybe not one will ever be a special photo. They won't be printed, they will just be lost in digital files, never to be seen in 20 years time when someone thinks back, if indeed they ever do. So we are going to print off a few photos each year and out them into an album to give to Poppy when she is 21. Hopefully they will mean something and be special for her. As for M's daughters, I suspect one day they are going to wake up and realise they have nothing physical to remember the past by or at least to jog their memories as to people and events.

How sad.

3 Comments:

  • What a sad story, it has quite made me teary. I hope they change their minds and do the right thing.

    By Blogger Toffeeapple, At 7:06 PM  

  • Me too.

    But you are right, in this digital age, photos are no longer memories, just fleeting, throwaway moments in time.

    But not for me. You'll probably not be surprised, to hear that the holiday that I have just been on, will be written up (I kept a diary) and kept in a folder along with the best photos selected from the 500 or so that I took.

    Because I'm really anal about such things.

    By Blogger Masher, At 9:04 PM  

  • I make a point of bookmarking key/important digital photos and printing them out. We have a gallery of photos that run up the staircase wall

    By Blogger Brennig, At 9:06 PM  

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