Sepia Memories

I come from a large family.  In addition to memories of my own I seem to have developed a filing system in my head for memories that aren’t mine.  I can think of a family member and I seem to have some of their memories stored.  As if they are mine.  Memories of grandparents with my cousins.  Memories of weddings I never attended.  Memories of family drama that has made it to family lore.  Memories of heartbreak and sadness.  Memories of togetherness.

I can go to them in my memory and they are stored in sepia.  Like the hearing of them over the years has made an imprint on my heart and recollections.

Sepia Memories

And then, when I hear the owner of the memory talk….I see it in color.   Through they eyes of someone who can look back and both see it, and feel it.

Memories

47 thoughts on “Sepia Memories

  1. That is fascinating that you can so visualize those memories so well, and then to get color when you hear them–nice. 🙂 Reminds me s litle of the BBC Sherlock Holmes, but s bit different of course.

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  2. Hm, I like the idea of recollecting memories that aren’t necessarily your own – you create an interesting analogy with the colors, and I like how hearing the memory from its true owner gives it color. Wonderful post as always!

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    • Thank you Thomas. I think of the old family photos I’ve looked at so often, enlarging them to look for details I might have missed, trying to add the color of the real moment to it. Maybe that’s what led to this post. Thank you for enjoying it. 🙂

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  3. It’s late Sunday morning (10:47) I haven’t even had coffee yet so I gasped when I saw color in your sketches because you never do but you made your point between sepia and color. You are so s.m.a.r.t. and delightful. 🙂

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  4. Imprints on our hearts is such a wonderful way of holding memories, Colleen! I like this post and the sepia memories which become colorized by listening to the ones who are sharing them, verbalizing and you are listening with your kind heart. Thanks for this post! Smiles, Robin

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  5. I love your writing and encouraging words, but I just can’t resist my odd sense of humor. It appears that your memories are more rounded, and are stick people. 😀

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  6. Colleen, What a wonderful way to describe those memories, and from my view it makes perfect sense. I only have 9 first cousins and 3 have passed on. But we were never close, and I dont remember ever being with all 9 at the same time in my life. But that isn’t saying much because one of the cousins was my father’s brother’s son and there would have been no reason for all of us to be in one place. But while I don’t remember being with t he remaning 8 at the same time, I am sure Iit happened. All of that to say, in retrospect I wish there had been more inaction, because it would have expanded my memories greatly, and given me even more to write about. Take care, Bill

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    • Bill, if I was you I would start sending out emails asking for stories. I wonder what memories lay dormant? There is going to be a reunion on my mom’s side. I can’t wait to hear more more more stories. 🙂

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  7. O!M!G! THIS IS AWESOME! GRANDPA JUMPED OFF THE SCREEN AS SOON AS I SAW HIS BALD LITTLE HEAD!!!!! I am so impressed by your ever-evolving artistic ability. This one should be framed and hung with pride. It is beautiful!

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  8. I remember how much I love and miss my dad, you captured him so well. Young Harry loved his grandpa so much ànd he is áa lot like him. Thank you colleen for then memories. Not that I could ever forget.

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