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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

* Street Photos

Rummaging through my 'stuff' today to find objects de arte, I came across a small envelope of photographs.  Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking when I packed to move.  I find the strangest things.  The particular photos here today are all Street Photos, mostly from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.  One of them is from Spokane, Washington during our summer pilgrimage to the US to visit relatives an shop.  I find them all interesting.  Street Photos always catch you off guard.

Papa walking with purpose.
Summer day.
Spring or Fall day?  Mama is wearing a heavier coat.
Blood freezing winter day.  Snow flying.  Mama would have knit her hat and scarf.
Mama and a dear friend Emmy Dean.  Summer again.
I distinctly remember this photograph.  We were on holiday in the states.  I  was ten years old.  That means it was 1956.  I was complaining to Mama.  "Mama, I really dislike these shoes.  Is there something we could do about that?"  Mama, of course saw the street camera and is trying to tell me to smile.  I love this photo of Papa.  He looks so relaxed.


 Mama and Me.  I was in college then.  Still can't figure out why I would have been hauling all those books down the street in the middle of Edmonton!  Who knows.  I had sewn the outfit I was wearing.  Reversible cape.  Turquoise wool on one side, black and white tweed on the other. 

"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."  ~Jeremy Irons

4 comments:

Judith said...

Donna, What a great thing to have these photos and memories for your parents. I guess in the old days it was the custom for the man to always walk on the outside next to the street.

What is a street photo? Is that like the papparazzi?
You have hinted that your father was a public figure.
Do tell...

Bruce and I will be in SMA for New Year's. We must plan on celebration together.

Donna, Doni, Lady D said...

Thanks so much for dropping by, Judith. I can't tell you how delighted I am you and Bruce are coming home to SMA for New Years. It will really be wonderful to see you and hear about your adventures. My Papa was a public figure in the Province of Alberta. I will fill you in. "Street Photos' were very popular at one time in Canada. A Photographer would stand on the sidewalk snapping photos, then you would be handed a little ticket. You could pick your photos up a little while later. If you didn't want them, you were under no obligation. Funny to remember all this. See you sooooooon! YEAH!

Carolyn said...

I'm glad you didn't toss these photos, Donna. They are wonderful reminders of times past. We all need to stop occasionally and remember time spent with our loved ones. You were a darling youngster and a beautiful young lady in your collage years.

Donna, Doni, Lady D said...

Thanks again Carolyn. I actually regret tossing to many photos. Sometimes I get lonely for them. That's life isn't it!