The days they pass so quickly now...
I think Fantasy writer, Anne McCaffrey has it right when she leaves her book flaps picture less so when MA went the way of photos, I looked for something that I could live with. That sent me to old albums and this particular photograph. The date on the print says it was developed in January of 1965. I'm thinking my parents were better about having film developed than I am, and that would make me six.
Hm, mouth open, laughing. That was me. That's me now.
Had I not needed the services of the Official PhotoShopmeister of Master's Artist, J. Mark Bertrand, who cropped the pic for me, you would have seen my mother and brother seated with me on the couch. It's still the same. Aside from my husband and children, it's me and my mom and brother. I now have a niece, but regardless the additions, we are still a tiny tribe.
I remember the furniture. A maple coffee table that could double as a boat anchor, and a round table that was real pain in the neck to dust when I was a kid. Now I wonder what the problem was. I see a TV Guide and in the small space of the 3.5 square photo I see nine books. My mom has always been a voracious reader. I've always read, but it took a few decades for all that ink to awaken my writer's soul.
As I turned the pages of the album, it was the same as walking through and around the house. A lot of things happened in that house; some childish and amusing, one life changing and the rest snippets of a life unremarkable. Looking at the pictures I can see that my memory is not infallible, and that what I see in my mind's eye is not necessarily the physical truth.
Anyway, this picture is as much who I am as who I was. I used to think I had changed somewhere along the line, but now, looking at this pic, I think the six-year-old girl has quite a lot in common with the 47-year-old woman.