I have started reading a book on art journaling, and how to get things started and what sort of things to write etc and the writer says that it may be an emotional journey and basically if you find somewhere down the track that you need "professional" help then get it. That made me laugh, maybe I should open that particular can of worms. Regardless in the quiet this morning before the kids, dog and husband have got up I have been thinking about stuff.
It started with this photo, which is my Favourite Thing Friday. When my Pop moved into assisted living, we had to go through his house and get rid of all the furniture and stuff that he didn't want. It amazed me that he didn't want to take anything with him any memories or stuff, he just wanted to get rid of it all. We made him take a bookshelf for a few photo's. But it was almost as if he decided that part of his life was gone and he didn't want any memories of it. So I packed up all the photo's we found and took them home. Of course I went through and scanned most of them on my computer.
This one here would have to be my favourite, I can't really pin point why. Maybe because I can imagine Pop taking it with his Brownie Box Camera (which I still have). Its kind of a little off skew, just like him and it show my Mum when she was probably the same age as squid. My Mum had polio when she was young and I wondered whether this was a pre or post polio outing. I think this was probably post because I get the impression that she was quite a bit younger when she as Drs told them that she should take up calisthenics to recover and I have pictures of her in costume when she was much younger than this.
I then wondered why my grandparents only had one child, then I remembered our difficulties in having children which are now a dim dark memory. We did not have to go to IVF but I did have to be on fertility treatment etc which would not have been available in those days.
I think this picture is destined for a Mixed Media Piece somewhere down the track or at least a page in my journal when I start following the exercises in the book.
When DH got up to see what I was doing without the usual tap tap of the computer I told him I was thinking and his reply to that was "F(*&^$ don't do that" and left the room. He came back about 5 minutes later and said "Have you stopped thinking now?"
Head on over to Mrs P for more FTF.