Congratulations to all of us for everything we did right in 2012 and everything we’ll do better in 2013.
But instead of a list of things we’re going to do or stop doing this year, I’m wondering if it might be more effective to think about how we’ll do or not do those things.
Please note: I just made this up (on the heels of the emotional hangover that is Christmas), and so it might be ridiculously off-point. (Although probably no more so than the Spotify playlist my daughter and I named “Emus and Hamsters” because her younger friend confused “Emo” boys with “Emu”, like the bird; and my grandmother thought we were saying “hamster” when we were talking about the “hipsters”, but I digress… Anyway, this playlist is full of tracts from bands like Air and Bon Iver and it’s what I’m listening to as I write this.)
Dad and me, ca. 1978. This was not a surprising photo to find stashed in a box of family snapshots… But there is one that was…
A couple years ago my dad gave me a big box of photos his own dad gave him after my grandmother died. I think I was the first to sort through the box.
Among the hodgepodge of unorganized snapshots:
My grandparents and another couple at a Chinese restaurant in the 1960s.
My grandfather, who served in Europe in World War II, in his Army uniform. He is small, with pronounced ears, and vaguely resembles Humphrey Bogart.
A series of faded, ghostly shots from a formal dining table stacked high with china and with a woman in an A-line dress standing to the side. It looks like the bounty from a bridal shower. I think the woman is my grandmother, but it’s too blurry to know for sure.
A girl (Dad thinks she’s his aunt) showing off an engagement ring to another girl (perhaps my grandmother).
And, then… My grandmother – definitely my grandmother – wearing lingerie and posed seductively on a coffee table.
That last one caught me off guard. My grandmother posed for sexy photos? Did my grandfather take them??