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8:42pm April 19, 2015
clatterbane: withasmoothroundstone: [Four pictures. One of baby-me walking behind a calico cat in a redwood forest. One of my dad and baby-me on a yellow porch, him holding me. And two of my dad holding me in a redwood forest. Captions handwritten by my mother read “…and chased her cat called Mouse. There was a big yellow balcony to sit on with daddy and a terrace of redwoods to explore…”] This is stuff (besides the cat) that I like mostly because of the background, which are various parts of the redwood forest I was born in. I also like that they have my dad in them. He was never distant or freaked out by gender roles, he always loved me and did all kinds of stuff with me. One of his favorite things to do there with me was listen for owls. I remember nothing visually but I remember the owls hooting. He said my eyes always got really big when I heard them. I usually don’t think about it that much, but looking at these great pictures you’ve been posting got me crying. Over just not having access to any family photos now that I didn’t take myself as an adult, of a very limited number of people who are still around. Besides my mom.Because sometimes these things are important. Being reminded of some connections is important. That’s too bad. While I’m likely in a better position than you with family photos, someone once persuaded me to throw out half of them by saying I was self centered to have so many photos of myself. As if I’d taken them or something.

clatterbane:

withasmoothroundstone:

[Four pictures. One of baby-me walking behind a calico cat in a redwood forest. One of my dad and baby-me on a yellow porch, him holding me. And two of my dad holding me in a redwood forest. Captions handwritten by my mother read “…and chased her cat called Mouse. There was a big yellow balcony to sit on with daddy and a terrace of redwoods to explore…”]

This is stuff (besides the cat) that I like mostly because of the background, which are various parts of the redwood forest I was born in. I also like that they have my dad in them. He was never distant or freaked out by gender roles, he always loved me and did all kinds of stuff with me. One of his favorite things to do there with me was listen for owls. I remember nothing visually but I remember the owls hooting. He said my eyes always got really big when I heard them.

I usually don’t think about it that much, but looking at these great pictures you’ve been posting got me crying. Over just not having access to any family photos now that I didn’t take myself as an adult, of a very limited number of people who are still around. Besides my mom.

Because sometimes these things are important. Being reminded of some connections is important.

That’s too bad. While I’m likely in a better position than you with family photos, someone once persuaded me to throw out half of them by saying I was self centered to have so many photos of myself. As if I’d taken them or something.