Last week I was to my mother’s house with my daughter. We stayed for some time there. It was like a gathering of three generations. Searching trough the old boxes of photos I found the fourth generation- some other pictures of my grandmother, Xenia Sokolova, and not only. I found photos of her when she was really young, photos of my father when he was just a baby, photos of Vania Sokolov(my grandmother’s brother) and of his wife and son from Montevideo, photos of my grandmother’s friends. I realized that we, this new, modern generation, are not the only to share, like or comment our friends’ photos on the internet, on websites like Facebook, Twitter. In those ages, in the 1920’s, 1930’s, they were doing the same only not virtual but by letters, postcards, exchanging photos, impressions, feelings. The only difference was, that, those photos, of friends and family, were more valuable, dearer to their hearts, more appreciated. The comments were decent and sincere, without jealousy or impolite suggestions.
What I found there, in those old boxes, are not just simple pictures. They are testimonies of life, of the past, of the fact that our grandparents were young like we are, that they had a life with happy or sad moments, and, like us, they wanted to share all those precious memories with their relatives and friends…and with us, present generation.
The question is that, if one day, the computers and the internet will collapse, will we have memories to share for the future generations?
The „vintage” way to share photos…
Xenia, her family and friends (Part 1)
À bientôt !