A Treasure Chest of Vintage Photos
On my last trip to NY I found a treasure chest. And this treasure chest lives at my mother's house and sometimes it makes its way out into the open space of the family room when we all gather together to eat and drink and tell stories and laugh and argue and ultimately remember. And every time the treasure chest is opened there's a slight chance you might leave with one of the treasures in your pocket.
And sure enough, this time the heaping box of family photos was hefted from its space in storage and I was lucky to leave with a pocket-sized treasure of my own. Just one small package from a commercial photo shop and on the back in my father's young handwriting it reads, "Rodabaugh, 8/19/60, 1 each wallet, print regardless". And inside there were 12 tiny packets of photographs-- mostly black & white, mostly from the 1950s, mostly of my father and his family-- tucked neatly into the aged packaging as if waiting to be found.