What I'm doing right now?
I'm taking a looong trip down memory lane by sifting through old slides that FantasticoDad hauled out of the back of a cupboard. These date back to 1989! Cue NHS pink glasses, ridiculous hair, batwing jackets and converse trainers.
I took this project on with gusto, and bought a little slide viewer for a twenty quid on Amazon and attempted to organize the images from a trip to, the fatherland, Grenada, jaunts around tourist London, birthday parties and family visits...oh yeah and the trundles of various beaches and flowers that FantasticoDad loved to bore us to tears with.
Admittedly, it was a good laugh at first. The first evening was spent interrupting GeordieLad's TV viewing with 'Look at my hair, ha ha ha look at my Dad, oh I remember that top, look how young my Grandparents are'. But this hilarity quickly became long bouts of silence, a very sad silence as I looked back on a time that really was carefree and full of time. And full of my mum.
It's ok - no need for sorrow - Mum is still definitely here, alive and kicking. But in the words of Sir Cliff - it's so funny, that we don't talk anymore - except no, Sir Cliff, it's not funny. It's a bit bloody rubbish actually. We haven't spoken in 4 years. And trawling through these slides I just remembered that there were good times. And she did love me.
Now the slides are organised and ready to head off to Snappy Snaps to convert them to photos for FantasticoDad before he heads off to sunnier climes. And also to archive my youth for the 3G to have a giggle at mummy's funny clothes and to marvel that yes, she did once have a waist and no evidence of a cake-baby in her tummy.
This post is linked up with The Photo Gallery 180 - Sticky Fingers
I'm taking a looong trip down memory lane by sifting through old slides that FantasticoDad hauled out of the back of a cupboard. These date back to 1989! Cue NHS pink glasses, ridiculous hair, batwing jackets and converse trainers.
I took this project on with gusto, and bought a little slide viewer for a twenty quid on Amazon and attempted to organize the images from a trip to, the fatherland, Grenada, jaunts around tourist London, birthday parties and family visits...oh yeah and the trundles of various beaches and flowers that FantasticoDad loved to bore us to tears with.
Admittedly, it was a good laugh at first. The first evening was spent interrupting GeordieLad's TV viewing with 'Look at my hair, ha ha ha look at my Dad, oh I remember that top, look how young my Grandparents are'. But this hilarity quickly became long bouts of silence, a very sad silence as I looked back on a time that really was carefree and full of time. And full of my mum.
It's ok - no need for sorrow - Mum is still definitely here, alive and kicking. But in the words of Sir Cliff - it's so funny, that we don't talk anymore - except no, Sir Cliff, it's not funny. It's a bit bloody rubbish actually. We haven't spoken in 4 years. And trawling through these slides I just remembered that there were good times. And she did love me.
Now the slides are organised and ready to head off to Snappy Snaps to convert them to photos for FantasticoDad before he heads off to sunnier climes. And also to archive my youth for the 3G to have a giggle at mummy's funny clothes and to marvel that yes, she did once have a waist and no evidence of a cake-baby in her tummy.
This post is linked up with The Photo Gallery 180 - Sticky Fingers
sad you and your mum don't talk. But enjoy the happy memories
ReplyDeleteYeah I do mostly. And my FantasticoDad makes up for it!
DeleteI hope you had fun. Its lovely taking a trip down memory lane isn't it
ReplyDeleteMy mum also has lots of these from when she was little.
Laura x x x
It's been great, and my 3 kids thought some of the photos of their grandpa looking young were hilarious!!
DeleteAww that looks lovely x
ReplyDeleteCheers, it's been fun!
DeleteLovely post with really mixed emotions. What a fantastic thing to do to preserve the memories.
ReplyDeleteIt has been fun, looking forward to going through them with my Dad tomorrow.
DeleteLAUGHING at the typo in my blog name. I'm assuming it's a typo and you don't REALLY think my blog is called 'Stinky' Fingers?!
ReplyDeleteOh my *mortified face* - so sorry! As you can see, I have amended my error...I am wondering what a blog with that name would be about though!!!
DeleteI shouldn't spend too long thinking about it! #boundtoberude
DeleteGreat idea to preserve your slides. I'm sure the kids will enjoy looking at them as much as you did :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad my Dad kept them. Whenever they see my Dad's afro and catalogue man poses, they think it's so funny.
DeleteWhat a lovely thing to do. I should have a look through some of our old slides.
ReplyDeleteIt'a great way to spend an evening. With a cheeky glass of wine!
DeleteAh how lovely! They make a great photo too!
ReplyDeleteAh thanks!
DeleteA real labour of love, I hope the photographs turn out well.
ReplyDeleteYeah it is I guess! It's been a lovely task and gave the opportunity for some old time stories from my Dad too
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