It’s always so difficult for me to come up with something to get my parents for Christmas. Anyone else there with me? I mean… seriously they have anything they need that can be bought at a store, and honestly usually don’t want me to get them that stuff in the first place. In the past, I’ve resorted to coffee and coffee mugs… but alas, their cabinet has reached its limit on how many can be stored, and I still wonder if they ever drank coffee in the first place.
However, every since I’ve taken up photography as a lifestyle, I found myself coming up with more and more creative type gifts. This year was one of my favorite things I’ve done. It required a bit of sneaking around on my part, and quite a few late nights… but, I think it was all worth it.
Basically, I made my parents a coffee table book with photos of our heritage. It goes back several generations on both sides.
I came up with the idea, because my mom has somehow accumulated a nice stash of original photos that date back a century or so of our family. For a while, they were hanging up in the guest bedroom, but they got taken down and were just sitting in a box. I think my sister was a little freaked out by all the dead people on the walls when she would come home to visit. So, maybe those things don’t really belong on all your walls. But, they definitely belong somewhere, right?
I think that a little coffee table book like this is the perfect solution.
So, one weekend when I was home… I managed to convince my mom that I was working on a project for something else and needed all these photos (pretty sure she just played along and knew that SHE would be getting something good in the end). What I thought would be a pretty easy project, resulted in many MANY late nights scanning old photos into my computer, editing them and removing most of the crap that had tainted them, and then figuring out which ones should make the cut. I was even able to scan some of the backs of the pictures in and incorporate people’s handwriting where they had written out who was in the photo.
I’m not gonna lie… there were times when I was completely freaked out. Freaked out by looking at people who died long before I breathed my first, or who I actually knew in their old age and watched die, and seeing them look strikingly similar to myself. All decked out on their wedding day with an amazing looking bride. Not one wrinkle on their face. Really skinny. I found myself being transported to their thoughts. I wondered what they were thinking about during the millisecond that that photo was snapped. Did they have a clue what they would look like 50 years down the road? Did they know that I would be sitting here 70 years later with their image pulled up on my iMac thinking about what they were thinking about?
Yeah… sometimes I just had to shut it down and hit the sack.
Anyway… in the end, I was really pleased that I did this project and feel all the more connected to my heritage.
And, as a photographer, I’m really glad to know that these images won’t be lost forever because of decay, but now have been preserved for just a little longer, so I can show my grandkids what their ancestors looked like.
Here are the layouts from the book. Now you can see where my big nose comes from!!
Sidenote :: both Mom & Dad cried when they looked through it… that sure never happened with the coffee mugs!




































































































