Dear Diane | Old Photos
Dear Diane,
Summer 1968. How do you like your lovely tanned legs? And what about those toes? I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten this picture! Read the rest of this entry »
Dear Diane,
Summer 1968. How do you like your lovely tanned legs? And what about those toes? I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten this picture! Read the rest of this entry »
Lovely, isn’t it? I thought so, too. One small fact: Ours is the red stairway, not the white stairway with the lovely climbing roses!
We arrived in late September 1965, days before D began his graduate program, and a few weeks after our wedding. During that fall we worked our hearts out getting our little space the way we wanted it.
I married a man who loves to take photos. Back then they were all slides. I thought it excessive. Just like my father who never missed a chance to take a photo. At this time in my life, however, I’m grateful for the slides and photos we’ve amassed over the years.
Which leads to a small fact I didn’t fully appreciate until I looked at these old photos. Bookshelves and books have been our go-to interior decorating strategy ever since we got married.
Here’s evidence that we’re already headed in that direction. Not very elegant, but the picture shouts out to thousands of books to come, “You are so very welcome in this house!”
Notice the towels stacked on a box by the bed, stuff all over the bed and adjacent chair, lamp not in the right place, and who knows what on the front half of the dresser and on the floor. But the books? Safely put away in their place of honor, on top of the dresser in their brand new bookshelf.
Here’s a better picture of our bed, all made up just for this photo. Notice the bird prints on the wall, long before we became amateur birders. I like the blues and greens in the bedspread. Yes, that’s a garter belt on the right head-post.
OK. That ends the bedroom tour. Now to the front living room area. Here we have evidence of Cambridge grime. Nasty stuff that had to be scrubbed off before we could paint anything. I’m especially taken by the luxurious amount of hair I had on my head back then. Amazing.
We worked on this as often as possible during the first couple of months. Mostly on the weekends. It was exhausting. Here’s proof of how exhausting it was. It’s my ‘don’t you dare take this photo’ pose, which I’ve perfected over the years. I almost didn’t include it. But…
Here’s the outcome in our living room. I see I made a mistake in my post yesterday. We had two large windows in the living room, not just one. And there’s no clock on the mantel. Oh well. The photo on the mantel is Sister #3, Diane! That was a nice surprise for me.
The record player and radio were our total entertainment center for years. No TV. No internet, of course. Exorbitant (for us) costs for long-distance phone calls. Snail mail that brought real letters and real bills.
Here’s another living room shot–this time of me sitting on the old sofa that came with the apartment. I’m facing the fireplace. Looking like a lady, all relaxed and reading something. No shoes. Just home from work. Notice the turned-over sofa cushions. The wrong side looked better than the right side.
One last photo–our old porcelain bathtub with clawfeet.
Good for a long soak after a hard day’s work!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 March 2015
All photos by DAFraser, Fall 1965
The Christmas Present got me thinking about Grandpa–my mother’s father. Here’s what I’ve concluded: In my list of influential men in my life, especially my childhood, my California Grandpa would stand at the top of the ‘good guys’ list!
A few months ago I found out he was a child of divorce. I would never have dreamed this about him. I knew from way back that his wife, my Grandma Z, abandoned him and his two children (my mother and her younger brother), and filed for divorce. Back then I saw her as the villain, and Grandpa as the innocent victim. As an adult, I know it takes two to make a relationship work. That means there’s probably a lot more I don’t know about Grandpa.
Still, if I put him side by side with my father and other men I encountered as a child, Grandpa wins first prize for positive influence. He was a bright spot in a sometimes scary childhood. He was like a kid himself. He knew what kids wanted and needed, and he knew how to get right down there with them. In my memory, he’s the one person who most encouraged me to be myself as a child. Just the way I was.
When I married, Grandpa ‘gave me away’ to my future (now present!) husband. My father officiated at our double wedding with Sister #2 and her beloved. So we had ‘giving away’ stand-ins. I got Grandpa! In our wedding pictures he looks like a short, mischievous elf. Proud, happy, honored and thrilled to walk me down the aisle. I was equally thrilled to have him playing that role.
I sometimes wonder what my childhood might have been without his presence, his cards and his letters. I know from my mother that he wasn’t happy about her marriage to my father. But he never let on to any of us, and never asked for reports on how things were going. He just kept showing up in person, going with us on adventures to the zoo and the park, and writing Grandpa love-letters to his little women.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 16 December 2014