Friday, September 9, 2011

The blurred past is yet real

My grandparents, whom I loved very much, at their wedding. You can see my grandfather's sense of occasion ( he who had fought in WWI, bravely, and at considerable threat to his life ), and my grandmother, who alone understood the very first words I spoke, so joyous. Adelaide, 1920s.

18 comments:

  1. Hello Faisal:
    What joy is in this photograph. Clearly people at one with themselves, each other and the world. And, what stylish dressers!!!

    We are away for a few days at the Hungarian seaside of Lake Balaton and away from any computer, so we shall look forward to catching up with you on our return.

    Have a happy and relaxing weekend!!

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  2. Dear Jane and Lance,
    you are as kind as ever. Lake Balaton must have some appeal for you, and I'm glad to know you can switch off all outside reception, and simply enjoy what is in front of you.
    The best to you, my friends.

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  3. It's a great photo, even if a bit hard to see. From what I can see, her ensemble looks Fabulous as does her bouquet!

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  4. blurred but happiness all over ...
    i would like to hear ( read) more about your loving grandparents.
    they sound interesting and they look ...
    blurred but fabulous!

    have a lovely weekend Faisal : )

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  5. There is something of your grandfather in your face.

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  6. Hi Meggs, my grandmother never wore pants, preferring dresses and rustling corsetry, and startled me early one morning when I saw her long un-cut hair, normally bound up on her head.

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  7. Hi Demie,
    I've heard that grandparents have quite a different relationship to parents, with a child. Mine embodied culture and tenderness, so I'm glad they were there. I'll try to get hold of some other photos - this is the only one I have.

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  8. Hi Diana,
    I'm glad you can see a likeness...my mother takes after her father, and I take after my mother.

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  9. Hello! I just recently happened on your blog. I look forward to following your post. The picture is lovely and a testament of their happiness.

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  10. Hello Ronnie! Lovely to have you visit. Though this blog is ostensibly about gardening, my life nudges into it - largely, perhaps, so I'm not bored myself.

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  11. Yikes, that's Bonnie, not Ronnie. My apologies.

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  12. I love the blurriness, as if time fades but does not erase. I love that your grandmother understood the first words you spoke. ( My grandmother spoke little English but was deaf anyway so it hardly mattered)

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  13. i know exactly what you mean Faisal. my grandmother gave me so much tenderness, that has lasted 27 years after her death.....

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  14. Catmint and Demie,
    I'm very glad I knew my grandparents. Both of them were encouraging, generous and child-friendly. I reckon children find relief and trust in their grandparnets they may not find in their parents!

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  15. What an era, and what a photograph! Thanks for sharing this.
    Bertie

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  16. Thanks, Bertie. Perhaps, after WWI, everyone wanted to lighten up in the 20s.

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  17. Grandparents...for those of us who are fortunate enough to be taught the meaning of love by them are irrevocably distinguished for eternity. And I dare say, they're the reason there is good in the world. A most precious gift that I was blessed with abundantly.

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  18. In the western world, I feel there is often not much space for elders. and that can have consequences, such as disconnection. Contact with them, as you suggest, Andrea, can be highly affirmative.

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