I adore this song. When Simon and Garfunkel sang this song how could one not be moved by these dear words. It was the last part that has always brought tears to my eyes.
A time it was
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They're all that's left you
A day doesn't go by that I don't have a memory of a family member, here or gone that I long to have them near me. A special day that is forever as fresh in my memory as the day it happened.
My Nan and I ~ I dearly love this photo
The line " Long ago it must be I have a photograph" , yes that is why I want to take photographs. Yes that is why I never tire of looking at photographs be they old ones or new. The joy of sharing them with family is like a tradition to pass on.
My Wedding day 1977 ~ Papa looking at me and I looking to my Love
I try real hard to not think about when I am long gone from this world, perhaps a time when my own children are aged, that my albums, CD's and DVD's will be unappreciated by those whose possessions they are with. They may look at them and ask who is in the picture (even if I do keep clear labels on them) or where was that taken.
My Love on Papa's sailboat ~ 1975
I have been to Antique Fairs where piles of vintage photos are in boxes where people plow through them looking at faces and the style of clothes that were worn at that time. I have seen old vintage albums there as well and wondered who gave up these once precious family treasures? Did know one want them anymore?
My three little girls ~ 1989
My mom had many photos that I did discard, though they were with all due respect, have no personal value as they were scenery shots with know one in them. It was special only to the time and place and to whoever was there when it was taken. I have saved my own like that as well. More so because of using a digital camera I can shoot to my heart's content of flowers, trees, clouds, mountains, sunsets and sunrises. Do I expect any of my family to care about them? Of course not.
R. hula-hooping ~ Oh can he go! ~ 2000
Memories in those photographs that need no words. The image caught in a split second of time. Time... that passes all too quickly where what was, and what we use to do, and where we went are fleeting times of days gone by.....
A time it was
It was a time
The line " Long ago it must be I have a photograph" , yes that is why I want to take photographs. Yes that is why I never tire of looking at photographs be they old ones or new. The joy of sharing them with family is like a tradition to pass on.
I try real hard to not think about when I am long gone from this world, perhaps a time when my own children are aged, that my albums, CD's and DVD's will be unappreciated by those whose possessions they are with. They may look at them and ask who is in the picture (even if I do keep clear labels on them) or where was that taken.
I have been to Antique Fairs where piles of vintage photos are in boxes where people plow through them looking at faces and the style of clothes that were worn at that time. I have seen old vintage albums there as well and wondered who gave up these once precious family treasures? Did know one want them anymore?
My mom had many photos that I did discard, though they were with all due respect, have no personal value as they were scenery shots with know one in them. It was special only to the time and place and to whoever was there when it was taken. I have saved my own like that as well. More so because of using a digital camera I can shoot to my heart's content of flowers, trees, clouds, mountains, sunsets and sunrises. Do I expect any of my family to care about them? Of course not.
Memories in those photographs that need no words. The image caught in a split second of time. Time... that passes all too quickly where what was, and what we use to do, and where we went are fleeting times of days gone by.....
A time it was
It was a time
5 comments:
Aren't we lucky to have grown up with Simon and Garfunkel? Weren't they amazing? So much richness we had as young people with our music.
This was a beautiful post. Thank-you.
i love your photos and love that song, too -- my favorite is the priceless one of you and your nan
My favorite of these, although they are ALL beautiful photographs, is the one of your three daughters. What a moment in time.
I was born in 1976 but I feel like I grew up with Simon in Gafunkel because my parents were always playing their records. I love this song as well...
This was a lovely post...
Scrolling back, Ellen. I see we have things in common, like getting married in 1977 and daughter - you have three, I have four, your fourth is a son, I gather.
Four children a long marriage and now broken bones - yours a wrist, mine a leg. Extraordinary
And this too is one of my favourite Simon and Garfunkle songs - memories and the passage of time.
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