27 thoughts on “Black & White Sunday: Traces of the Past

  1. I love old photos- those of my relatives as well as those of others. For myself, I have wall-framed some of the really amazing photos of my great grandmother and her family. Even if my kids and their kids don’t appreciate them, maybe those large framed photos will find a way in someone’s blog in the distant future. On the other hand, I hope ‘old’ photos of me don’t end up in a flea market in 2121. πŸ€”

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  2. When my grandmother passed, neither my father or aunt, her own children, wanted all the old photographs, so I took them. They’re tucked away in the hope chest I inherited from her and I look through them from time to time. I hadn’t thought about which of my sons I’ll pass them down too. Probably my second oldest, since he knew her and is more sentimental than my oldest son.

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    • It’s nice that your son had a connection and the photos will mean something. I think that is part of it- if you didn’t know the people and don’t have an interest in family history those old photos hold no meaning

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  3. I doubt anyone will be interested in OUR stuff when we are gone. But to be fair, that’s the fate of the vast majority of the people on earth. We live, we do our best, then we leave the world to the younger folks. And sometimes, someone will buy our box of old pictures and wonder about us.

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  4. My parents had all of these great old photos. After they passed my family lost interest and didn’t know who these people were. They have been put in old boxes. Sad!

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  5. Interesting photos. Our family has the same issue. We inherited a photo album of very old photos and we don’t know who these people are. No one left that might know. We don’t know what to do with it either. None of the four of us kids had kids, so it ends with us. Whatever ‘it’ was.

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  6. I have been buying old photos at thrift shops and flee markets for a while now, I use them to visualize the characters I’m writing about. I grew up in a rural town in Illinois before moving to Seattle as an adult, just recently I found a stash of old photos that had been taken in the town where I grew up and found their way across country to Seattle, the photos where taken in the 30’s, 40’s and 50’s.

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    • So interesting- and what a wonderful use for those old photos- giving them a life and a voice in your characters! I love that! Coincidence or fate that photos from the town you grew up in ended up in Seattle? πŸ™‚

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  7. Yes, very sad to see these photos on a flea market. I wonder who would buy photos of an unknown family? I just found among my boxes, several full of photo albums and mementos. I guess that one day they will get tossed out, as the younger members of the family aren’t into real photos, only digital ones that they can post on FB or Instagram. 😦

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  8. that’s what I always feel too… they were memories once and maybe someone once cried and remembered while watching this old family photos. I have a big box with photos I bought from flea markets… it is not right somehow to offer them betwwen oneyed teddy bears and forgotten floor lamps … so at least I gave some of them a new home :o)

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  9. They found their place on your and my blogs πŸ™‚ Not a totally bad fat. I really love the portraits how they used to make them. And your take is lovely too, Lisa. Thank you for taking part in the challenge. Really appreciate the effort with your busy schedule.

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