I finally get it.
As a child growing up in the 60's & 70's slides were the means by which families shared their photos in a group setting. I remember going to visit Uncle Henry and Aunty Evelyn and just as all us cousins were getting into having some serious fun, the adults would round us all up to go sit in the basement with them and watch Uncle Henry's slideshow. Now you can imagine how antsy we were, as we listened to all the aunts and uncles talk about every single person in the slides, many of whom us kids didn't know. We were more interested in the rare photo of a chipmunk in the park or a wild animal on the road to Jasper.
Now in the new millenium our slideshows consist of hooking up the digital camera to the TV and sitting around the living room looking at photos. Last night my Aunty Doreen from Ontario came for a visit with my mom and dad. Dad hooked up the camera to the TV, we called MacKenzie away from what she was doing, and we all sat down to look at pictures of a recent family reunion.
Suddenly I had a flashback to 30+ years ago of us kids sitting in the basement, watching Uncle Henry's slides, wishing he would flip through them faster, as all the adults discussed each distant relative and the story in each slide. Poor MacKenzie, she had become what I had been and even more astonishing was that I had become what my aunts and uncles were all those years ago. I wanted to know who was in each photo, where they were taken and what was happening.
Now I get it....and someday MacKenzie will too!
As a child growing up in the 60's & 70's slides were the means by which families shared their photos in a group setting. I remember going to visit Uncle Henry and Aunty Evelyn and just as all us cousins were getting into having some serious fun, the adults would round us all up to go sit in the basement with them and watch Uncle Henry's slideshow. Now you can imagine how antsy we were, as we listened to all the aunts and uncles talk about every single person in the slides, many of whom us kids didn't know. We were more interested in the rare photo of a chipmunk in the park or a wild animal on the road to Jasper.
Now in the new millenium our slideshows consist of hooking up the digital camera to the TV and sitting around the living room looking at photos. Last night my Aunty Doreen from Ontario came for a visit with my mom and dad. Dad hooked up the camera to the TV, we called MacKenzie away from what she was doing, and we all sat down to look at pictures of a recent family reunion.
Suddenly I had a flashback to 30+ years ago of us kids sitting in the basement, watching Uncle Henry's slides, wishing he would flip through them faster, as all the adults discussed each distant relative and the story in each slide. Poor MacKenzie, she had become what I had been and even more astonishing was that I had become what my aunts and uncles were all those years ago. I wanted to know who was in each photo, where they were taken and what was happening.
Now I get it....and someday MacKenzie will too!
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