While I was working at cleaning my office I came upon a photo album I had brought home from my mother's house when I was clearing it out five years ago. I had not opened it until yesterday. There were a few photos that included Mark, Matthew, me and one of my brother whom I have neither seen nor heard from in thirty years. There's also a cute photo of my Afghan Hound, Fallon, as a large puppy and the Bulldog, Tilly, sneaking a peek from behind the plant. This was our house in St. Louis Park.
Matthew and Tilly when he was maybe five. He loved Miss Tilly. Matthew was a joyful child. The fates were with me when he was born an agreeable, creative and good-natured kid. We lived alone together for five years and I was never alone.
We can see by the candles this was his fifth birthday. He didn't look anything like his mama then or now.
I'm an onlooker while my brother, Robert, was having some sort of tussle with Matthew. Matthew was deeply hurt when Robert decided to remove himself from the family. He felt, rightly, that he could at least kept contact with his only nephew.
Mark surrounded by fluff. I'm holding my dog, Gisselle. Babette is next to Mark. Giselle was from one of Babettes litters. I was early teens when she was born. I was allowed to keep her.
My office clean-up stalled as I was looking through the album. There are several others I haven't gone through. I think I'll put that on hold until I finish my task at hand.
18 comments:
It's hard to go back and look at happier times.
This was a good reason to stop and stroll down mem lane.
I think that was the best use of your time. :)
They certainly seem happier. At least more stable, Miss Merry.
It was good, Boud. I never saw these photos before. There are more to go through, but not today.
It seemed to be, Cheerful.Today I'm concentrating on my task.
Fascinating photos. Old pics stir up a lot of strong emotions, don't they?
My husband's sister and her husband came over last night for supper. My husband's family is severely fractured, if it was a human, it would need to remain in traction for the rest of everyone's lives. Did your brother ever tell you why he was leaving? I know your mom was awful.
I need to go though the photos I have. Such a taunting task.
The separation from your brother must be both puzzling and painful.
I do wonder where all the years went, nick.
Yes, we know, Pixie. He had the strength to what in later years I found was all you can do with a person with my mother's personality disorder. Separate yourself. I guess he felt he wouldn't be totally done with her, and my enabling father, if he maintained contact with us.I finally broke 8 months before she died. I couldn't be her pincushion anymore.
It is, Dora. I come from a photo crazy family, so there's lots.
Not puzzling, AC. We were not close He is 3 years younger and a male. My mother pitted us against one another from the earliest I can remember. He was the golden child. He grew to despise that. It would be nice to have another family member in my life but it won't happen
These photos are great Sandra. Mathew sounds like a really good person. I am sorry about your brother.
Love these photos!!!!
I absolutely love your photos, Sandra! I am sorry about your brother.
And in response to your kind comment on my Thursday blog post, it is so cool that you had a dog named Tilly, like the mural I shared! :)
So sad about your brother. Old photos can stir up lots of memories.
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