Best Friends

My mother and her best friend, I don't know at what age. My mother is on the right. Here she looks alot like my niece, Jennifer, or vice versa. Aren't pictures precious? They tell us so much about where we come from.

Friends

Friends are precious and none sweeter than the ones from our youth. These are friends and classmates of my mother. The date on the back is 1949, July llth, I think. My mother had been married off already.

Two Sisters

One of my favourite pictures of my mother and aunt. I think it was taken the year my grandmother died. Though they live far apart, they talk often on the telephone.

No Baby Pictures

Fortunately(or unfortunately)for me, I have no baby pictures. I think these are the youngest I have of me, with my mother, grandmother and my uncle.


Below, I am with my grandmother, her sisters-in-law, a cousin and my uncle.

My Parents

Sometimes it is very hard to think of your parents as ever being young. But here they are, age 17! With them is my grandfather and Uncle James. I think my grandmother is not in the picture because she is pregnant with my youngest uncle. There is a superstition that being photographed might cause a miscarriage. My parents' marriage was arranged through a matchmaker. There was a research of both families to see if there was any bad genes, etc. My mother was carried to my father's village in a wooden sedan. She wore the traditional red wedding gown with a headdress. She said it was very heavy and she got a headache from it. Too bad that there was no little Kodaks back then.