Old photos never die
by Elouise
They just fade away….
One moment captured forever
silent witness to hopes and dreams
never realized
This is my parents’ formal wedding portrait taken 75 years ago today, 13 September 1942 in Charlotte, North Carolina.
shattered lives
fall apart unplanned
two people bound to each other
I often wonder how my parents felt when they looked back at this lovely photo. They look happy, wealthy (they were not), supremely ready for whatever came next (they were not).
Within months, my father was diagnosed with tuberculosis and put into a sanatorium full of other TB patients. If he wanted to get well, he had to remain bed-bound for months, visitors strictly limited and regulated. If he didn’t keep the rules, all bets were off. His roommate couldn’t take the pressure of lying there. He died of TB. My father took a lesson from him and lay there, resolved.
In the meantime, I was born in November 1943, several months after my father went off to live in the sanatorium. He came home when I was 10 months old. A stranger to me, as I was to him. I was not the son he wanted.
My mother walked to the hospital when she went into labor, and then cared for me with the help of a family in the portrait above. We were living in their house at that time. The Hancox family included Mom’s maid of honor (“Aunt” Wyn), her flower girl (Wyn’s only child), and the man who gave Mom away, “Uncle” Ed. He’s standing just behind Mom and Aunt Wyn.
My maternal grandfather did not approve of this marriage and chose not to attend. He lived in California. I don’t remember the name of the man who served as my father’s best man.
My parents married with the blessing of a mission agency that would, if all went well, send them to Africa. While out speaking on behalf of this agency, my father came down with TB, which put in jeopardy the great plan to go to Africa. Five years and three babies later, my mother contracted polio–most likely from our new sister who was only 6 months old.
That was the end of being missionaries. I don’t think it was the end of mother’s world. She had her hands full.
It was, however, the end of my father’s hope of being somebody who mattered, especially in the church. He grieved this missed opportunity all his life. Which isn’t to say he would have made an outstanding missionary.
My mother, a polio survivor, musician and committed extrovert, did her best to care for four daughters in near-poverty circumstances. When it came to talking about regrets, she would have none of it, even though she lived with constant physical pain.
I love looking at the photo above. It shows my parents at their best. Looking out, as we all do, on what we hope will be a bright tomorrow. I’m grateful to have this marker of their happiness.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 September 2017
My Parents’ formal wedding portrait, 13 September 1942
Response to WordPress Daily Prompt: Penchant
what a great tale of your family E ❤ strength gives birth to strength….I think you've gotten a good dose of it myself, even if sometimes you don't believe it ❤
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You’re too kind, Kim. Though I greatly prefer ‘strength’ to ‘stubborn.’ 😊
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I too, survived polio but as a child of just a couple of years,
It appeared I was the carrier of the disease and I was kept isolated from just about everyone.
My first memory is lying in the isolation room at the Upney Hospital in Barking where we lived and I can still see the trains pulling in and out of the Upney railway station,
We have stations along the railway where trains stop, Americans for reasons that I can’t fathom have train stations.Perhaps it short for trainline stations
I was fortunate to make a full recover with no disabilities whatsoever
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While we’re on the subject, What is the origin of being “Barking Mad’?
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Probably being born there, fortunately I wasn’t I just lived there. 😈
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Seriously I have no idea, perhaps when I wake up I’ll remember and research it
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Seems it could be an Americanism John!
\http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/barking-mad.html
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Checked the link. That makes sense.
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My links usually do says he modestly 😈
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Very true.
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You were most fortunate. And you saw exactly what polio can do. I grieve for the children and adults whose parents have refused vaccinations. Have you seen my post on Sister Kenney? John suggested I might write it–which I did, and enjoyed the research immensely. She was an international giant and heroine as far as I’m concerned. Here’s the shortlink: http://wp.me/p32tHJ-2D9.
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