I borrowed my parents old photograph boxes from their home and decided to scan each individual image in high resolution and then back them up online (privately) and on specially purchased hard drives. While the idea was good my execution initially was not. I did not label and tag images in an appropriate manner and find myself in a position whereby I have to go back and finish work I should really have finished some time ago. At the end of the day though I have a digital copy of almost all old photographs my parents owned and I can hand them back their photos in the same condition they were loaned. Pictures of them growing up, christmas day, my cousin who died in Gallipoli, my grandparents in their youth and not as I remember them and my own parents when they were young and different to what I remember.
Here is a picture of my Grandfather (right) walking to a match with his brother in-law. I love the swagger he has, the smoke hanging from his mouth as if he were in a film set in the 1940's and the vintage car in the background. I don't ever remember my Grandfather like this. I remember him as a man always dressed in dark clothing, with black hands from the foundry he worked in Limerick and always packing a pipe, the smell of which I have never forgotten. Without these images I believe we would forget the small things, the youthful appearance and the attire of the day. I also find this image to be different given that it was taken in the mid 1940's. It is almost documentary in style and there are no posed elements to it as there generally was in those days.
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