This is an archived blog from when I ran Conscious Public Relations Inc. from 2008-2018. Excuse the potential outdated-ness!
The importance of family photos
There is something divine in family memories. And even more precious in our digital age, when we cannot touch and feel our photographs anymore – gone are the old Kodaks.
I had just Skyped with my cousin in the US on the holiday Monday, and then transcribed his anecdote for my late grandfather’s life story book on Tuesday. While I was brushing my teeth — as if a message from my grandfather — the memory of visiting my cousins in 1997 came to me. I remembered that I had rescued the photos from the album that was in the box in the crawl space of my dad’s house. There was mould from rainwater that had leaked onto the box. The album was totalled, but many of the photos remained intact, so I was able to salvage lots of them, four of them containing images of my grandfather.
At Chicago’s O’Hare airport with my grandfather, brother, and cousin, August 6, 1997
There is something very divine in the experience of finding these photos and touching them, rather than looking at them on a computer screen. I was immediately transported to that trip in which I had so many great memories with family. It’s why I continue to enjoy travelling, because as long as I am with people, there are always memories to be made and treasured.
What divine memories can you transport yourself to today?
