Full of life and a glint of mischief
in those big brown eyes
What were you thinking?
As you stared into the camera
that day way back then.
In a town around the coast.
Your very first home.
Only you and the bro for a little while then,
three more to come, making it five.
The family complete.
With of course
Mum and with Dad behind the camera.
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 was great at this, and he has taken some fantastic photographs of us children and not forgetting all of our 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 easily been taken by our other family photographer, and that was Nana.
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 that after the processing, the images that did come out, matched your expectations of what happened on the day. Then came the excitement of developing that same film into slides for the projector.
I wonder how many of you as children sat in a row on a large settee listening to the click-clack of the projector? Which was going through the motions of showing you each and every photo of someone’s holiday or their latest addition to their family?
Fun wasn’t it!
P.S. Here’s the photographer skydiving on his 75th birthday. Yes, we are proud of him.