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Julie Delio

Julie Delio
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August 30
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Living in a world that seems to be shrinking as I mature.

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AUGUST 23, 2010 4:32PM

Who Is This Child?

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I vaguely remember her.  And her dog Puddles.  I didn't remember the naked doll until I saw it again.  But those saddle shoes?  I'd remember them anywhere.  They're the ones she was wearing when she stepped on a rusty safety pin.  When they had to pull the safety pin out of the sole of the shoe so they could take her to the doctor to have a tetanus shot.  It would have been easier if she had been barefoot, the way she always wanted to be.

Me.  Forgotten memories.  The photos bring some of them back.  The photos that ended up in my virtual lap one day.  The photos that were carelessly recorded by a brother discarded.  Can't I ever get rid of him?  

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What if I had let go?  They would have blamed me -- just like they always did.  I was the oldest, the most responsible, the one who knew better.  Still am.  Still do.

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But it only took "this" long to be slammed back in time.  The photos.  Is this why photos are so important to me?  Is this the only thing tethering me to any memories I have?  I am indeed the archivist.

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If your family was anything like mine, the photographic archives are much more extensive for you, the oldest, than for those kids who came after. As the youngest in my family of three, there are nowhere near the amount of photos of my childhood as there are for my older siblings. Still, there are enough to bring back waves of nostalgia when I come across some of them. I am glad you shared yours.
You were a beautiful girl. I hated my saddle shoes but my mother insisted.~r
Love these, Julie, the top one especially. And, what Procopius said.
Thank you for your kind comments.
I love photos for all of those reasons. How quickly they can snap us back, for good or ill.
Met a 7th, 8th, 9th generation Fort Worther? Fort Worthian? -- thought of you. xoxo

Mightily deserved nod from the Editor. FANTASTIC piece.
In music, the distinction between recorded events and live events is not without special significance. The live event depends on the persistence of memory, while the recording is its workaround. Methinks "tether" a too strong term, but I love those synaptic firings that they bring. Thanks for sharing. Very much appreciated writing and photos.
Julie, I know the impact photos can have. I have such spotty memories of childhood that when I see photos it is like proof that I really existed. Sometimes they can trigger memories but many times, it's like looking at someone else's life.
@Julie -- The "good or ill" is so smack on.

@Mom -- I can only claim 4th generation and that goes back to late 19th century. Thanks for your kind words.

@Stacey -- "synaptic firings" yes!

@Emma -- You hit the nail on the head.
Photos tell a different story than words. As the family historian, I am obscessed with finding out about the details in a picture. There is much to learn. Excellent post. RRRRR
"carelessly recorded by a brother discarded"
clever wording. i like it.
you were a pretty little girl and you are a lovely woman :)
As the eldest child, I can relate. Also, to the saddle shoes when my feet begged to run bare....and the small internal nudges toward dropping one's brother....oops!
Wow, when are we going to have our wine night?!
Archiving family photos is a task that (in my opinion) requires care, skill and reverence. Julie, My brother and I used to complain and squirm every time Mom brought out the camera. "You will thank me for recording your life some day sweetie" is what she always said...and she was a true visionary. Mom, the documentor, keeper of the sacred images.

In the The Tin Drum. the lead character talks about the preciousness of the family photo albums...It's a convincing argument on value in the context of personal and familial history. Photos charge our memory, and like memory, they are transitory...subject to editing and careful selection. Lovely piece Julie...ox, G
@L&P -- Yep and thanks.

@Bernadine -- Oddly, I remember many of the details now that I've seen the photos, but had no recollection before.

@bethybug and Susan -- The brother thing is worthy of a novel, not just a sentence in a blog, but in another lifetime.

@PF -- As soon as this fuckin' heat breaks!

@Gary -- I know that you understand this. Want to take a week or so and come down and help me sort through several boxes? Thanks for the reference to The Tin Drum. I need to revisit it.
Photos of our former selves are so precious. Loved these.
and bless you for being an archivist. we need them. I am one, but only with words. I can't take a picture to save my life and have very little proof that I've been anywhere, though I've traveled the world.

Loved these! (you look JUST the same!)
I love the photos. Puddles certainly looked happier than you though. -R-
I sense a lingering state of "pissed off."

You were a beautiful little girl.
I love the pictures. And can relate to the 'older and know better' as well. R
Someone once said to me during a ferocious writer's block that had stopped me down, "Write what you know." Then S/He sent me a file folder full of family photographs very soon after...And now I write what I know. So do you.

Very special. I truly enjoyed your post.