Viewfinder into the past
This week I went through and scanned old color slides my grandparents have had in a storage unit, untouched for some 40 years. Most of the photos were taken in the ‘60’s and ‘70’s. There were some slides that I didn’t care much about scanning, like the scenery of some beach down south. Then there were others that I (and other members of my family) will likely cherish forever.
Pictures of people I have known all my life, but I hadn’t ever really seen them in this light. My mom’s third birthday party, my aunt hanging upside down from a tree, my uncle as a baby (lots of him as a baby!) and my grandparents as a playful, fun loving, young couple. I have always known them as fun loving and playful but truly being able to see this in a photograph is just something else.
My grandparents celebrated their 51st wedding anniversary this week. As I scanned their wedding slides, I saw in my grandfather’s eyes the same look he gives my grandmother every time I see them. That look of love, rejoice, and gratitude. I love seeing that look in his eyes. They truly have been through a lot in their lives, more than I’m sure I will ever know, but to see this look makes me happy and hopeful. Hopeful for the future and what it might have in store.
These pictures also reminded me that I am a product of my blood. Most of my family and friends think I am crazy for doing most of the things I’ve enjoyed doing since moving back to Boise – most…with the exception of my grandparents. They love hearing my stories, I think it’s because it is something they use to do or in some cases still do. I love sharing with them too, because they typically share back and that can only happen for so much longer.