Going through many old photographs from my parents' younger days through my childhood of the 1960's and 1970's. There are black and white ones as well as those color ones with all the 'red' eyes. There were tears and smiles with more smiles than tears. As I found out my mom saved all those school pictures (individual and class). I began looking at these and wondered whatever happened to most of them especially from elementary school. I know some moved but believe it or not I found a few on social media and now are 'friends' once again. Happy memories.
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Mark Graham
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Who's funeral?
Whose funeral is this? I asked. The person at the casket looked down and wondered is this real. I was just talking to them the other day, and as the saying goes, they were smiling and rushing about not knowing what will happen just going about their day. I guess you really do not know how much time we really have. We must learn from this experience one way or another to appreciate what we have in our family and friends and also how we live our lives one way or another to make us fulfilled and move on steadily.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH5 days ago in Critique
The Lost City of Z
The Lost City of Z by David Grann Growing up I thought I wanted to be an archaeologist. Now that I’m a ripe 32, I realize what I really wanted to be was an adventurer–someone who dug deep into the dark and emerged with treasures unseen for millennia.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Critique
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in FYI
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Facebook is a great platform on which to find long lost friends from days of old (reuniting with old friends or acquaintances is the best part of Facebook in my humble opinion). People change so much over the years, in both appearance and behavior. It's very interesting to sometimes meet up with friends from our childhood or youthful days. This was a great piece, Mark. And embodied a bit of old lang syne.
Yes. When my mother died, I got a lot of her old photos. Then I have a lot of mine. Now, I order small books with photos and make my own digital files of photos. I am not a good photographer, so at least there is a limited number!😉😊💕
Ahaha those photos with the red eyes! Now I want to go home and look through my moms collection of all of us.
Well-wrought, Mark! Photos used to be more prized before the digital revolution, as we had to carefully curate them from physical stock.
I am glad you have pictures of your parents to recall moments and family events. I look through pictures of my daughter when she was little