When she sits like us, we go up to her and she strokes us. She says, “Sit” and we do too. We great danes, Stellar and Venus, sniff the book she opens. It smells of grey spotty stuff, dust and tiny creepies. She looks at the long thread of drool that’s hanging over the book. She wipes it off me. Now she’s happy again and throws our soft thingys for us.
Me-Over the years we have accumulated forty photo albums. Of course we have various digital albums too which grow by the week. However, the old albums have moved house with us many times. They were rescued and dried after water damage and used for special occasions when we searched inside them for archive material to reveal at weddings etc. We can’t throw them away. The family history is hidden inside. I use my mobile camera to photograph and edit each one of many pictures. I sharpen the black and white pictures of ancestors and our separate childhood years and I enhance the remaining colour photos. I store them and share the folders of the single lives of me and my partner, from our births to our marriage. Our family see us both with a new perspective. Maybe they see us more as individuals now and they understand how our personalities developed. They see links between the older and newer members of the family.