If you ever come to our home here... I would wait to see your expression and reaction to what you see in the dining room. One entire wall is filled with photographs... and each time people see this large display of Time in our lives... we end up having a lovely discussion on present and past times.
The black and white photos are not many. A camera was not always handy and I bemoan the fact that there are not enough photos of my beloved husband but the few that I had my daughter...my Bahu (She is all daughter and no Bahu- ness in her) came up with this great idea of filling one wall entirely with our collection.
These photos are our moments that we can laugh or cry (‘senti’ me) about... Times captured forever. By the time my granddaughter is grown up even the current time photos will look outdated. People can never be anything but interesting... and lively conversation erupts when funny, not so funny, even odd moments are related to, remembered. There’s no end to memories.
Since the 1970’s Time has galloped exceedingly. In my youth we were taken to the photo studio for photos to be clicked against a nothing backdrop or a fancy one as if one were somewhere else!!