Saturday, April 13
Focus on Life - Week 15
This week's challenge was a toughie for me.
Sally's prompt was 'Aged Beauty', and I totally agree with everything she said about, 'Aged pieces have a beauty all their own, a beauty that draws us in to look a little deeper into a past time.'
Trouble is, we have no OLD things - no family heirlooms, no period furniture, we live in modern house built in the 1990s, so no old charm there (despite the ghastly mock-Tudor styling!) I even ventured into the garage to hunt out old tools, but to no avail :(
The saving grace came in the last phrase of the prompt: '... snap a shot of a vintage beauty'.
On my bedroom dresser sits this...
... a photo of my maternal grandmother, in its original 1930s/40s frame, which a distant cousin of my mother's gave me last year. I never met her - sadly she died of breast cancer aged 32, on my mother's 10th birthday.
My Mum actually looked a lot like her, especially with her thick, wavy hair and open face (but no dimple), but she rarely spoke of her - it was too painful, I guess.
So I grew up knowing nothing about this grandmother (not even her name!), except she was from an Irish family, and she named my Mum, Kathleen Margaret.
It was only when I went to register mum's death in June 2000 (she too died quite young, aged 55), that I saw Mum's birth certificate, and read her mother's name - Florence Esther.
This gave me quite a jolt, as we had named our own daughter (born 1997) Esther Florence without even realizing!
Esther is a family name from my husband's side - his mother, grandmother, great-grandmother are all called Esther - but I chose Florence for our baby's second name. Clearly, some how, some way, those names meant something to me...
So when I see this photo each day, of a real vintage beauty, a young woman who died 10 years before I was even born, I feel a deep, deep connection to her.
For in that lovely open face, I see a glimpse of my own mother, and a resemblance to my own features (especially the chin!), and that of my daughter (the sweet smile!)... four women, four generations, one familial thread of DNA.
Posted by Claire at 13.4.13