Years ago, my mom and I went to one of our favorite little shops. I saw this picture hanging on the wall. I felt so drawn to it, like I was in the picture somewhere and knew many of the people. I knew without a doubt, and no matter what the price, I had to have it.
I couldn't even tell you how many hours I have spent looking at this photo. I wish I knew anything at all about it, but I don't. Wouldn't it be great if someone out there in blog land did???
I just love to look at this picture. I love the clothes that were worn at this time, especially the children. Little girls wore the biggest bows in their hair. I have a picture of my grandmother with a bow like that, one that is bigger then her head almost. I wish women still wore long skirts too. It would be much more flattering for my JLo behind.
I wonder what these people did on a daily basis, what their life was like and how they all knew one another? And then when you try to picture it all in color, it is just so different. It is hard to not think of the past in sepia tones.
Do you see the lad with one foot on the "private property" sign? What property was this? Look at the ladies hat below him. I always think that it looks like there are bunny ears poking out.
I especially feel drawn to these three ladies...
Especially her, maybe I should give her a name. I feel like I knew her and that she was so loving and gave the best hugs and smelled of flowers at times, and her baking at others. I love the way her hair is all braided up and the way she is ever so gentle holding her hands together.
These little girls are the cutest. I especially love the big bow, the twist of her little toes in her shoes, and the way the other little girl looks so bored.
I wonder what this young man is pondering about? Is he thinking about turning around backwards or doing something to the gentleman in front of him who has his hands as if in ownership on his girl?
Is this the little rug rat who runs around pulling on the cat's tail? Is this the little boy that everyone knows has to be watched like a hawk, with an assigned grownup, so that he doesn't ruin the picture? Is that why this man is knelling down beside him? Hmmmm, I wonder....