A quote: “There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.” ~~ Napoleon Bonaparte
I’ll start with a story …
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I can’t resist an antique store. It’s all old stuff, odd stuff, what-is-this-thing stuff years old. I fell in love with haunting the aisles as a kid with mom.
Now I take my own daughter with me and I’m happy to see a little glee in her eyes when she finds a treasure she wants. I also insist ,if she runs short of space, she must give away something else for the new thing.
Our home is not a school for hoarders.
Weeks ago she spotted a camera. Intact SLR with a flawless lens. No film but she loves looking through it and hearing the shish-clack of the shutter. Later I went into her room ready to pick up her trade. She smiled saying she already gave it away. The following week, same thing. She finds something new, brings it home, and she’s already taken care of her trade before I walk in.
Today I come for the trade and I step through the door as she points her camera at the dollhouse on her shelf. Shish-clack … the dollhouse is gone. She turns at my gasp, eyes wide, bringing up the camera.
I put out my hand “No, pl….
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Cameron says: Before dad went to the nursing home, he told me that my son should have his camera. I promised him that when he was old enough, I would do that.
Two years later, I kept my word. It even had some film in it already and I told him that he could take some shots. He did it gleefully but looked puzzled when it stopped clicking. I explained that he’d used up the rest of the film and I was going to show him how we used to have pictures developed.
An old friend of mine was a photographer and he even had a dark room. My son was excited to watch how the pictures were developed. I saw the shots he had taken of me and his mother as well as a few good ones of the house.
And then there were the pictures taken in battle. A soldier standing over a pile of bodies like safari trophies. A woman tending the soldier’s wounds as they looked at each other. Mom and dad. They were in their early twenties.
Dad’s memory is gone and mom is long dead. I don’t know who they used to be other than what the pictures showed.
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