Today I scanned some slides for a friend.  We’ve been gradually going through his slides and scanning them when we both have some free time. It’s been great to watch some of his memories on my computer screen.

 It’s amazing how many memories can be triggered from a photo. When I did the food blog, each photo brought back a memory of a happening in my life. My mother was a great photo taker. It seemed that no matter how strapped we were for money, she always seemed to have a camera, money to get them developed and a photo of the occasion. I don’t remember her doing it but I do have the proof of it in the photo albums she made for each of us girls. I wish she was around to tell the stories of some of the photos. I’ve got pictures of people I don’t ever remember meeting. Mother dated them all, and wrote something on the back of most of them. All memories for someone.

 Nowadays, I can write little stories to go with the photos. I like that. It reminds me of the little details of a visit, a trip, or an incident. The little details that with time, could be forgotten. Little things that is only important to me.

 I seem to be obsessed with memories right now. Not just mine, but other people’s as well. I was with a friend yesterday. She was telling me stories about the events around a lot of her miniatures, and I had an incredible urge to write them down as she was talking. So much passion, so much fun, so many memories. Maybe we will get together and I will write her some memories as well.

 Sometimes I write for me. Sometimes I write for someone else. Whichever, I’ve got a copy, and it is part of my memories as well. Maybe when I die I will become a famous writer as someone publishes my memoirs. What an interesting thought.

 Madeleine

Sunday, 28 January 2007