So here I sit with another black and white photo, retrieved from yet another junk store, after yet another pack-rat fest…
Why oh why couldn’t I resist a smiling little girl with a hair ribbon, a grandmother, a fresh little baby? Do I really need more photos of total strangers when my own family pix are scattered throughout the place like a breadcrumb trail to the past?
Probably not. Yet what a nice picture. What a nice family, what an idyllic scene. I think there isn’t a person in this sea of rapidly changing identities, and cyber realitites that doesn’t feel a tinge of longing and nostalgia for a slower and simpler time. Not only that, we get to speculate about people, and, use our imaginations.
The back of the picture has these three words printed in pencil, “Mary, Belle and baby.”Enough said. Here is my brief profile of Mary, Belle and Baby…if you want to submit your own narrative, join in the fun in the comment section.
“Mary is a lovely nine-year old girl who possesses an unusual yet well-balanced and easygoing personality. She is simultaneously shy and disarmingly direct. She loves yellow hair ribbons, ponies, shiny clothes, and, can kick major butt when confronted by bullies. Belle is her Grandmother and loves Mary and baby, although baby seems to get a lot more attention. Belle is a 57 year-old, church-going suburbanite who loves tupperware and a smart dress. Although she attends church regularly, she chain-smokes, plays bingo and kicks major bully butt when no one is watching. Baby is simply baby, and no one really uses his proper name ‘Herbert’ yet because his personality hasn’t formed. He eats like a horse, but sleeps like a rock so no one minds his daytime screaming fits. Mary doesn’t mind that he regularly sticks his fingers in her eyes and pulls at her yellow ribbons. Mom is taking the picture. Dad has gone to war. Grandpa died.”
A typical middle-America photo and story. I just love pictures.