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Faded Photograph

80 years ago

Potty haircuts, denim faded at the knee-caps
Closeness of siblings with protective whispers
Running wildly through meadows, collecting acorns and lucky beans
The rough smell of fuel in the air, mixed with midday lunch aromas
The beauty of the big old car, majestic as she stands
Walking to the shop in flannel pyjamas and slippers at dusk
Mother, Father and children - friends and neighbours - together

Laughing, smiling and enjoying the simplicity of life
Nothing to worry about, just excitement - a thrill in the air

100 years later

The shoes are so strange, with odd clothing - really archaic
This is like a real "granny" picture - so old
The car leaves a lot to be desired - nothing like the modern ones
Why are they all sitting around?  Have they not got things to do?
Embarrassing haircuts. Why all one colour? Why no tattoos or piercings?
Have to go - work is calling - wild party later on - no time for history
No time for anybody - Mother in old age home - Father not sure
Divorced when we were young - not many memories

500 years later

Strange picture. What is the big square engine behind the children
They must be poor - wearing rags and sitting close for warmth
Maybe they were hungry and starving! Who cares
What's next!!


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  • micol
    August 23, 2008
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    nice sense of the irony of past and present. I've lived long enough to be embarrassed by some of my own haircuts, clothing--a sense of being almost an alien in my own memories. The shift in perspective in the three segments works nicely. thanks for entering the contest.


  • tomisb
    August 20, 2008

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    Good take on the challenge of memory and the shift in culture. We forget what the picture was taken for and only relate from our egos.
    peace & light,
    Tom B.