In the bland of black and white, two beautiful women speak volumes, their smiles silently give encouragement to the granddaughter they never met. How could they have known that a simple photograph would mean so much to me, so many years later? I’m sure they didn’t.
It’s true…I admit I’m a photograph fanatic. I don’t need an excuse but I can’t get away from the message and memory that pictures carry long after voices are silent. Sometimes I gaze inadvertently at an old photo, and it’s the sobering reminder that I need; the proverbial “chill pill”. Strange how a picture in the past can suddenly anchor me to the reality of the present. Who doesn’t need that kind of anchor?
My grandmothers both died so young; words left unsaid, dreams unfulfilled, children small and needy. But somehow I see strength through their smiles. In these faded photographs, they have left me much-needed perspective.