13.2.10

Love






















I treasure this tattered photograph of a young woman in summer dress, leaning against the rocks on the shore, her Kodak Brownie at the ready, gazing into the future. The location was her future mother-in-law's cottage.  The day was her 20th birthday, a warm day in late May 1921.  The young man who took the photograph would become her husband two years later.  They were my grandparents.  Sixty-seven years later, he still carried this photograph in his wallet, and as my grandmother was pleased to point out, never forgot Valentine's day.

Happy Valentine's Day.

9 comments:

little augury said...

These walleted photographs are telling, I love a good love story any day of the year.

Raina Cox said...

Now don't make me cry on Valentine's.

Hope you and yours have a Happy Heart Day!

Errant Aesthete said...

Mesmerizing photograph. Enchanting story. Yet its singular importance is in the personal.

home before dark said...

Perfect heart. Perfectly told.

Scott Fazzini said...

How sweet! Happy Valentine's Day!!

La Petite Gallery said...

HOW LOVELY. THAT IS SUCH A HEART WARMING STORY. THE WORLD SEEMED SWEETER THEN. GLAD YOU STILL
HAVE IT.
YOU HAVE A HAPPY WEEK END.
THANK'S FOR SHARING..

Turner Pack Rats said...

ah - dilettante - you old senitmentalist - a beautiful piece for valentines day!

The Down East Dilettante said...

yeah, hard to believe I'm a hard-nosed hard ass realist, isn't it?

Janet said...

She is lovely. No wonder he carried her with him every day. Happy Valentine's Day you big softie!