Over the last few weeks I have been scanning slides and revisiting old family photos. My uber-cute brother and sister are in the picture below! Don't you just love those Easter basket sunglasses?
You can hear the story at The Found Archive of Charles W. Cushman. Better yet, you can see some of the photos at Lost and Found: Discover a Black-and-White Era in Full Color.
Our family slides are not great works of art, but they contain an awful lot of history. I'm amazed that this array of images has captured the evolution of the television, clothing, hairstyles, and cars. So, today I'm thinking about old kodachrome and photographs. I hope you'll join me this week in writing about them. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
When I was a senior in high school, our house was flooded. Our memories became crumpled and wet. Our photos are all in a box, curled and worn. But the flood did not dampen our family spirit and love. Thanks for sharing your photo today.ReplyDelete
I've always heard of Kodachrome, but I don't know exactly what it is. I guess I'll have to do a little research to participate this week:>)ReplyDelete
I grew up in the home of Kodak, so I guess I always thought folks knew this. Kodachrome was one of the first color films developed for taking pictures.Delete
And of course, I love the song by Paul Simon. Here's an excerpt of the lyrics. Maybe his definition will make more sense!
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day
I got a Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don't take my Kodachrome away
Two little girls in pink
Easter dresses, each
holding a flower like a candle.
My sister’s on the right.
Our dresses matched,
our white shoes shone.
The one on the left,
that was me, not smiling.
The flowers were red
and the grass was green.
I’m not her at all.
And she wasn’t the person
I am now, was she?
What does it mean,
this old photo
of the little girls
in the pink dresses?
—Kate Coombs, 2014
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TREASURES IN THE ATTICReplyDelete
While moving Grandpa’s knickknacks from the attic
I discover a dusted, scuffed shoebox.
In it, an array of amber coated photographs.
There’s Grandma dancing in white lace gloves,
Mom and Dad walking down the aisle with confetti
Falling like a snowstorm, Grandpa holding me as an
Infant, his dark horn rimmed glasses unable to camouflage
The sparkle in his eyes.
(c) Charles Waters 2014 all rights reserved