Full of life was she
With a glint of mischief
in those big brown eyes
What was she thinking?
As she stared into the camera
that day way back then.
In a town around the coast.
Her very first home.
Only her and the bro for a little while then,
three more to come, making it five.
The family complete.
The above photograph was taken outside the Wellington Zoo.
Back in the day when we got dressed in our Sunday best! Yes, it was acceptable and exhilarating for a child to have the opportunity to ride on an elephant back in the 1960s.
Which brings me to write about how important it is for someone in the family to capture those moments in time. Our father excelled in taking the time to capture us during outings and family time as well as the extended family a large brood of cousins from both sides of the family.
A classic line of some of us all, some weren’t on the scene yet. The noisiest child obviously got the ice-block or was he the best behaved!.
Another cousin line up, just a few of us!
The above photograph of a few cousins could have quickly been taken by our other family photographer, and that our lovely Nana Ballard.
So thanks, Dad, for being such a great photographer. Hopefully, the next generations after us will keep the tradition going. Though naturally in different formats than the ones we all started with such as the film roll. Those moments of angst and fingers crossed. Hoping like anything that the processing went well. With what images that did come out, matching your expectations of what happened on the day. Then came the excitement of developing that same film into slides for the projector.
The anticipation of waiting to hear that distinctive click-clack of the projector was very palatable back then, all of us sitting in a row on a large settee. Something I am sure doesn’t happen at all now. Then is the last time you sat down with folk to go through photographs’ of someone’s holiday or their latest addition to the family?