Nostalgia in Photographs, An Afternoon of Memories and Laughter. [Eng-Esp]

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Hello my dear friends of Emotions and Feelings, it's a pleasure to be here again, writing some lines to free my soul and enrich my spirit.

Yesterday I was with my mother spending a pleasant afternoon and between conversations she told me to look at some photos from the old album, you know that album that all mothers have and where one comes out uglier, I started to laugh and we set out to see those memories in photographs.

We started with my photos, how horrible, skinny as a lollipop, without teeth, some in underwear and another well dressed and even pretty, and so began that nostalgia, we remembered where the photo was taken and what we were doing that day, we laughed at the anecdote and even the bad time that happened at that moment.

We started to see photos of her, of my father, of friends, and even of people we didn't know who they were, until we came across photos of my grandmothers, my great-grandmother and my mother's mother, what nostalgia it gave us, she was the one who raised me and forged the person I am today.

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Hola mis queridos amigos de Emociones y Sentimientos, un placer estar de nuevo por acá, escribiendo algunas líneas para liberar el alma y enriquecer mi espíritu.

Ayer estaba con mi madre pasando una tarde placentera y entre conversaciones me dice que veamos algunas fotos del álbum viejo, saben ese álbum que todas las madres tienen y dónde uno sale más feo, empecé a reír y nos dispusimos a ver aquellos recuerdos en fotografías.

Comenzamos con mis fotos, qué horrible, flaco como una chupeta, sin dientes, algunas en ropa interior y otro bien vestido y hasta bonito, y así comienza aquella nostalgia, recordamos donde fue tomada la foto y que hacíamos ese día, nos reíamos de la anécdota e incluso hasta del mal rato que sucedió en ese momento.

Así fuimos viendo fotos de ella, de mi padre, de amigos, y hasta personas que no sabíamos quiénes eran, hasta que topamos con las fotos de mis abuelas, mi bisabuela y la mamá de mi madre, qué nostalgia nos dio, ella fue las que me criaron y forjaron el ser que soy hoy.

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Both are now dead and in one of the photos my grandmother is ill, she had suffered a stroke (cardio vascular accident) and was there with her eyes gone and without any memories, but there was also one where she was with that cheerful look that characterized her.

We saw the one of my great-grandmother, always with her strong face, a woman of character and temperamental, with her dark glasses, as she had lost an eye, and her strength and fortitude that characterised her as the pillar of the family, Doña María, as we called her.

They were my spoilers, the ones who took care of me and reprimanded me, the ones who created principles and values in me, who taught me the value of things and the beauty of simplicity, honesty, loyalty and consistency of speech and example.

Undoubtedly, I spent a spectacular afternoon with my mother, between coffees, photographs and memories, perhaps with nostalgia, some tears and many smiles, how nice it is to remember through photography and how nice it is to have my mother alive and my grandmothers in my memory.

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Ya ambas están muertas y en una de las fotos está mi abuela enferma, ella había sufrido un ACV, (accidente cardio vascular) y estaba allí con su mirada ida y ya sin ningún tipo de recuerdos, pero también había una donde estaba con esa mirada alegre que la caracterizaba.

Vimos la de mi bisabuela, siempre con su cara fuerte, de mujer de carácter y temperamental, con sus lentes oscuros, ya que había perdido un ojo, y su fuerza y fortaleza que la caracterizaba como el pilar de la familia, la Doña María, cómo le decíamos.

Ellas fueron mis consentidoras, las que me cuidaban y reprendían, las que crearon en mí principios y valores, me enseñaron el valor de las cosas y lo bonito de lo simple, la honradez, lealtad y la coherencia del hablar y el ejemplo, qué nostalgia me dio, pero de lindos recuerdos y de la bonita vida que hemos vivido.

Indudablemente, pase una tarde espectacular con mi madre, entre cafés, fotografías y recuerdos, quizás con nostalgia, algunas lágrimas y muchas sonrisas, qué bonito es recordar a través de la fotografía y qué lindo es tener mi madre viva y a mis abuelas en el recuerdo.

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Hello.

I have not had the joy of appreciating this type of album so closely, my parents are more of the digital era, they print few photos.

My paternal grandmother does, but I don't live near her and my maternal grandmother is no longer with us, she also lived far away, but I know that in her house there is also this kind of album.

This publication brought me a lot of nostalgia, my grandmother on my mother's side was special to me and my great-grandmother too, they are not with me, but they were people who did not like photos, my mother has few of them in her phone, and we always see them to remember them, how nice are those moments and how they are missing.

I really like the idea of the album, I am going to tell my parents to see if we can do it, it would be a pleasant vintage souvenir.

Even if it's a bit old fashioned, these albums are special and you can have a space to see and remember, thanks for stopping by my publication.


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