Pensive |
First Communion 1963? |
Mem'ries,
Light the corners of my mind
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? Could we?
Mem'ries, may be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it's the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...
The Way We Were,
Lyrics by Barbra Streisand
So...
My sister Carol was going through Mom's things and ran
across these antiquated photos of me.
Like most old pictures, they had no names or dates on the back.
I run across old photos like these all the time when I'm out thrifting and wonder,
who is this person, where were they from, what kind of life did they have?
It's sad really, no one will ever know who or when they were.
Well, I got busy putting info on the back of all the photos she sent me.
Can't have my photos floating about without any info,
people need to know who I am, who I was!!!
Can't have my photos floating about without any info,
people need to know who I am, who I was!!!
School and special event pictures are always fun to look at because
someone took the time to fix your hair and make sure you had decent clothes on
and generally looked presentable.
and generally looked presentable.
And isn't it funny how one year you think you're looking pretty good
and the next year your thinking OMG what happened???
And I really thought I was stylin with that hair!
I like the First Communion one,
I wish my hair was still red like that, not this gray stuff.
I like the First Communion one,
I wish my hair was still red like that, not this gray stuff.
1972- ish. Chicago beach |
I still feel young, my body doesn't hurt, no arthritis happening,
not too many wrinkles yet, generally feeling ok.
I was supposed to be wearing my glasses in all of these photos,
notice they only show up in one?
Looking over these photos I realize, I was a dreamy child,
Looking over these photos I realize, I was a dreamy child,
not really connected to the real world.
Not much has changed in my 57 years!
Sometimes when I'm sad, I wonder,
what have you done, what have you accomplished,
will anyone remember you?
What about you?
How has your life been?
Till Next Time,
Bonjour