I just love old black and white photography. I’ll even stop to look at box’s full of old photos at flea markets, it doesn’t matter that I don’t know the families. To me, these old photos are like little time capsules, revealing the past. I was looking at some old pictures of my grandma and grandpa’s house the other day. Their charming farm-house was very small. In fact, everything was in one big room. Yet, it’s where they managed to raise three kids. Much later, when I was a kid, the bedroom was partitioned with a door for privacy.
What really struck me is how pretty grandma made everything look. I’m sure she did it all on a shoestring budget too. There’s a beautiful floral carpet, plush velvet sofa, plants on the radio, lace curtains and a really pretty dressing table. It’s like a layout ripped out of a Ralph Lauren catalogue.
Here’s daddy taking a little nappy. That sofa looks comfy.
I’m now, almost the same age as grandma was when she past away. She was so young. It’s really special that I was given her name, it’s a lovely connection to someone I wish I had gotten to know.
I imagine we’d spend time together working in the yard and talking about cooking, family or gardening. Did you notice the blanket on the sofa? I guess she must have loved kitties too. Is it possible I inherited her love of cats and romantic country decorating? I like to think so, it seems we would have a lot in common.
Do you think you could live in a house without running water?