These turned out to be Dave's grandparents, aunt and uncles on a beach sometimes and posed with a young woman who neither Dave nor his sister recognized (and who I suspect might have been their uncle John's once- upon a- time fiancé).
Dave was a baby once, a long time ago. The first boy, his parents took approximately sixty thousand photos of everything he did. (This one looks like that because I was scanning it from some negatives.
In fact, that was my job this trip, sitting and scanning slides and negatives, because I hurt my knee--stepping up onto a stair with an unusual height--on the very first day we arrived. No matter. Dave's dad had about 10,000 slides, boxes and boxes of them, mostly from his time as a history professor when he used them for lectures. Still, there were about another few thousand slides that were personal, as well as the negatives from photos he took going back to the early 60s and family photos on negatives like the one Mamere wrote on above.)
Dave's dad took so many photos of him, it was funny. Dave's sister remarked on it that there were hardly any of her because she was the second child. Maybe. Even after she arrived, the photos of Dave out number the photos of her by about ten to one.
Such is her personality, I told Dave that if the situation were reversed, she would comment continuously on it, "There are so many more photos of me than you! I wonder why! I wonder why they wouldn't take as many photos of you as they did of me! So strange!"
Family.
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My mum took lots of pictures of me too, even started a photo album. When my younger sister came along, with the two of us less than 2 years apart, she just didn't have the amount of time anymore and there just weren't as many pictures taken of my sister. She didn't get a photo album either.
Sometimes I never hear the end of it. It's not exactly my fault though!
The second last time I was back in Canada, my job was to scan a bunch of the photos we had. I don't think I did any last time. I enjoyed doing it, but sometimes I had no idea who the people in the photos were. Sometimes I didn't even know which country the photos were taken in.
Sad job you both have to do, but it might have good moments.
That's a good reminder to look for the good moments!
It's funny about the parallel situation. I was the second child, too, but there are probably as many photos of me as my older brother. It was my younger brother who was the family darling-- but there are very few photos of him as a baby. I guess the novelty wears off after baby #1!
Scanning those photos of unnamed people makes me miss the person who could answer the questions of who all those strangers were. But also it makes me realize that we should be writing something on the backs of photos! After I dealt with Dave's mom's photos of unnamed people, I went back and wrote on each of my photos who was in the photo and where the photo was taken. Now at least whomever has to deal with my photos when I'm gone will have some answers. Lol.
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