|Great-Grandma Annie Praul Shive Johnson|
A creased and tattered photo--
Held, shown, and stored in a shoe box for decades.
Hard evidence of a life lived
A photo brings back sounds of laughter, of dishware placed onto the stretched out table. Then it would have said the table was a mile long and the browned turkey as big as the sun. Lots of children noises filled the room, children laughter and some tears. Just a quickly as they started, they stopped when grace was said and dishes filled.
A photo inhales wafting mashed potatoes with gravy cascading down the mountain and onto stuffing. Creamed, buttered, fragrant, never-ending--amazing food, enough to feed entire towns.
Then pies. Queens of homemade pies, that's what Grandma and Mom were. Name any filling and these queens could whirl to place perfect pies, steaming hot, crust golden brown on the table.
| Front row: Robert, Bill, and me (with my new doll)|
Don, Mary, Dad and Mom Christmas 1959
A photo is taken of people of people frozen in time. "Hold still. Bill, stop it..." Click and wind. Click and wind. Then the roll of film would be put in an envelope, sent off, and returned. Open the envelope. And Christmas is re-lived over and over.
|Food and family without end|
|Grandma and Grandpa Cardiff at home|
A photo kept safe for decades in a box emerges into my hands. I can still smell the pies and feel the love all around us.
Can one do this with a digital? Can one hold the photo and feel all that?