1) Pictures of my parents

1) Pictures of my parents

My mother will leave me with very little when she dies. A handful of black and white pictures at most. I cannot ask my mother anything about her past as at 92 her memory is dwindling. If you are like my mother and leave your children but a few pictures this book is not meant for you.

On the other hand my father, with whom I had little contact, has left me decades ago with an enormous amount of color-slides. These slides almost all feature people unknown to me. They show that for pictures to be interesting the same rule applies as for milk, they have an expiration date. As I cannot ask my father who all these people are their significance has died with him.

Also if you are like my father and don’t care what your children will do with your pictures, this blog is not meant for you either. This blog is for people who will bequeath their children rather with answers than with questions. Basically this book is meant for my children. 
My children are 11 and 9 years old and taking myself as an example, their age of questioning is still miles away. I am 35 when my father dies and only then it becomes clear to me that his life is wrapped in riddles and question-marks. When my oldest daughter is 35 years old, heavens willing I’ll be 89 years of age. As I’m 65 now I feel it is time to sort out my tangibly visible past.