‘Taking a look–and a photo–back in time’
It’s funny how genetics works. My Dad was a numbers guy; a civil engineer who worked with a slide rule designing bridges and roads. My Mom was a science-y person too; she was a nurse who in another time and place would surely have been a doctor.
My siblings and I? Not so numbers-y, science-y. My Only Sister is a writer turned real estate agent, my Middle Younger Brother a filmmaker, my Oldest Younger Brother a photographer. And me, you know enough about former copywriter ad girl me.
The only one who followed that science-y path? My Youngest Younger Brother, a neuroscience nerd turned optometrist, who in grad school was studying the effect of cocaine on the brain. Or maybe it was heroin. Whichever. All I remember is that he had to go to the lab several times a day to make sure the rats got their “fix”. I also remember that he would joke that he wanted to outfit the rats with itty-bitty doo-rags and switchblades.
So anyway. Enough with the genetics. The reason I’m going on about this is that my Photographer Brother, recently retired from his news-photography career and looking for something to do besides go on zillion-mile bike rides every day with his gorgeous squeeze in the equally-gorgeous countryside around his home in Marin County, has started sorting through his photo files dating back to 1965.
This new scan-gajillions-of-photos project reminds me of something Scott said when our Dad was presented with a computer at his retirement party: “There go the roses.”
Well, I don’t know if Photo Bro has any new-hobby-endangered roses, but he has been busily posting discoveries from his stash almost daily. He generously posts them on a family share site for my sibs and I to enjoy.
Invariably, when I check the site I find not only great photos (my bro was and is an excellent photographer who has had his work published in the New York Times, among other places) — but visual evidence of times and places and people that I have forgotten all about. It’s kind of scary that I have such big memory lapses. Almost as scary as seeing myself looking so, well, young.
The picture at the top of this post is a perfect example. Not only had I no recollection of what the heck was going on in this photo, but I did not recognize myself. Honestly, I had to show the picture to The Dude and have him verify my identity. “Sure, that’s you,” he said. “Who else could it be?”
When I asked my brother was what going on, he said that he had brought a 20-foot cable release home to Carlyle (the town where we were raised and where this lake with our houseboat on it is located) and had us all snap “selfies” with it. (If you look closely at the houseboat shots, you’ll notice we’re holding something with a black cord on it. That’s the cable release.)
So heck. I don’t remember this outing, or taking these “selfies”, or even that it’s me in that photo up there. But at least I don’t put the carton of Haagen-Dazs back in the microwave instead of in the freezer like certain Other People Who Shall Remain Nameless did just yesterday.
Amagansett, New York. September 2019
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Funny timing here. Read this post after starting to try to figure out what to do with my dad’s old home movies, the kind we used to project on a wall or screen. Fortunately, he labeled most of them so I culled the ones I might want to keep by transferring them to newer more stable media. I would probably pay someone to do this so any suggestions from your photog bro would be appreciated.
I’m on my way to Borneo right now — not kidding; in the China Airlines lounge in Taipei—but will ask! (If you don’t want to wait for me, try googling ‘converting home movies to DVD) xo
Your dad looks so much like Scott…and actually all the boys; amazing! I sure hope Photo brother Scott, my pal, sends some other photos to those pf us who played with him in Las Vegas and Elsewhere..and discreetly, of course!
Yes, those Henry Boys sure do favor their Dad. Oddly, as they’ve matured, Scott looks more like Dad, and Roger acts more like Dad! And yes, you should ask Scott to keep on the lookout for pics of you xoxo
Scott took lots of photos of my bands. Love to see some scans of those if they still exist…
I haven’t seen any on the family share site — yet! But he just got started. Will let you know when I see some xoxo
Love seeing those pictures, Alice. We are moving into our new ‘home’ in Geneva, IL tomorrow, and I will really be looking forward to your blog.
Thank you, Ruth. It’s such fun to look at these “new” photos. Speaking of “new”, enjoy your Geneva home! Crossing my fingers that I’ll see you at Mom’s Birthday Do in October xoxo