Recently my long time friend, Rose H., sent me some old photos she found among her things. The photos were black and white and taken in the late fifties. An astounding flood of memories rushed over me.
In my memoir classes we use photographs to refresh memories that provoke stories of our lives. In the photo I’m sharing here, I can easily remember the names of the young people. I am one of them.
In my memoir classes we use photographs to refresh memories that provoke stories of our lives. In the photo I’m sharing here, I can easily remember the names of the young people. I am one of them.
But there is so much more in this picture. I see sadness, death, and disillusionment. From this photo, I can create a book of stories.
Do you have old photos that bring back memories?
