When I went home for the holidays, I took a stab at scanning some of the family pictures we had lying around the house in these things called “Photo Albums.” For all my talk about fear of change, I realized that some things in life don’t really change.
I appreciate that my family are likely the only ones to get as much sentimental value from this as I do. Still, I hope these pictures might inspire some of you others out there to take a look back into the dark, mothball-filled depths of your closet, attic, or basement and see what memories may be lurking there just waiting to be found.
I think this set of pictures is a great starting off point. My grandparents have a little sign at their house that reads “All Because Two People Fell In Love…” and none of the other pictures would exist if it wasn’t for them.
They celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary this month!
My grandmothers’ ability to look almost the same completely baffles me.
On the right, my cousin Leslie holds me as a toddler, and on the left I hold her youngest daughter, Gia
Boys, Boys, Boys. In case you’ve been wondering who the Ralf & Erik I occasionally refer to are–here they are. My “little brothers”, Ralf (on the right) is a year and a half younger than me and Erik (the odd looking one in the middle) is two years younger than him. My cousin, P.J. (the studly young gent on the left), is a year and a half older than me. I could have saved the geneology and simply said, we are all fairly close in age.
And while I’ve always been the family outcast for liking things like politics and academia, these guys definitely developed into young men with very heavily aligned interests–sports and their bodies.
Don’t worry, ladies–there are more of those to come.
Nothing is more reverent for good Catholics than the participation in one of the seven sacraments: Baptism, Confession, Eucharist, Confirmation, Marriage, Holy Orders, Anointing of the Sick. Yes, after 13 years of Catholic school I can absolutely name them off the top of my head. #catholicwin
As you can see in the picture below, my family has always been very invested in upholding the gravitas of such holy occasions.
No offense to the Eucharist, but I think I felt closer to God before this next picture taken just after a meal at Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill in Las Vegas. I highly recommend the pork tenderloion.
Clearly, the only way to express feeling God’s presence is by looking like a member of Kiss. This I firmly and truly believe. That is why so many babies cry and drool during their Baptism.
I’ve saved the best for last (and the absolute side-splitters for an upcoming post). The picture below was taken during one of our traditional tamale-making extravaganzas. From left to right: Martha Hernandez, Martha (my grandmother), Me, Aunt Debi, Aunt Lynda, my mom, and little Ralf.
Cut to 2011:
From left to right: Ralf, Me, Leslie (Aunt Debi’s daughter), Aunt Debi, Cyndi (Aunt Debi’s daughter), my mom
(Aunt Lynda’s family showed up after this picture was taken)
We even use the same pots, pans, and bowls nearly 15 years later.
What’s the message, then?
It reminds me of my time as a cheerleader. When we’d do our spins, we’d find a static spot on the wall and use it as a mark to keep our balance. For a girl who is over 3000 miles from home and figuring out her life one day at a time, sometimes I feel like my world is spinning faster than I can handle. As I struggle to find my balance, these pictures and the people in them are my spot on the wall–something I can rely on to keep me steady.
A toast, to the knowledge for all the good that change can bring, sometimes it is nice to have something to rely on.
“Promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would I’d never leave.”
~Winnie the Pooh