We have a giant metal box full of unsorted out photos, some from when I was little, some from when G was little, some of our kiddos growing up over the years. There are albums that are all in chronological order, but the kiddos much prefer to get the box out for a good rumage. You never seem to pull the same photos out twice! They especially love finding the ones of Mama and Papa growing up. They’re always slighlty amused to be reminded that we really were little once too!
When I was a little girl, my Papa used to love taking photos. He even had a darkroom to develop his own prints. This means, that from a time before digital, we have a crazy amount of photos of us all. When the girls dig in the box, and pull out one of ‘little mama’ they love to ask what, why, where. How old was I? What was I doing? It’s great to see the memories flood back from one little photo.
I love this one above, I guess I was about 2/3?? I remember loving to play nurses SO much with my dolls! I can remember that costume so clearly, and how much I loved it! Occasionally, my Grandma would babysit me for the day if both my Mama and Papa were working. I loved to lie on her couch and play nurses with her. She’d take my temperature, and ask me what was wrong. My favourite bit though, was when she took my pulse, because she could never find it! I used to love it when she’d tell me I didn’t have a pulse…. I never questioned that, obviously, I did have one, and she was just pretending. It actually wasn’t until years and years later, when I was telling someone this story, that I realised that. I was a little sad that I’d had a pulse all along ha!!
Do you have any favourite photos from when you were little?