Light and dark. Image and reflection. Finding the balance and the contrast, finding where I am in it.
While we were in Florida this weekend Aunt Ellie told me stories about her childhood, and my grandparents, and my great-grandparents. She also gave me copies of handwritten pages of Shallis family history. I’ve always wondered about my ancestry on my mom’s side but haven’t been able to find much on the different websites. Little did I know Aunt Ellie had asked my great-uncle all about his family before he passed. His history can be found in these pages, filled with names and dates and ports and movements. I know I can better know my place when I know the places of the generations before me.
In the last 24 hours more photos have been taken of me than in the last year. (That may or may not be an exaggeration. Okay. My blog.) I’m usually the one snapping photos on my phone. (Snapping photos. That’s a term that the next generation won’t know.) So this is the only photo I took today, but it’s a good sum of the day. Lots of drinking, lots of talking.