Originally posted by StiffLegged What is it that was so wonderful about family albums? Most are of little real interest to the outsider - umpteen pictures of strangers on the beach at Margate, smashed out their skulls New Year 1957 or 30 seconds before puking all down that lovely cardigan Grandma crocheted for the little mite. I feel more for the closing quote in that piece: “ But if you really want to know the truth, then yes, taking pictures has given me a lot of happiness.”
Family albums are history. When we lose our history we tend to repeat the mistakes made in the past. For example, in my little world, it was a picture of my fathers family from the early 1930s that led me to ask who are those two guys? They were my Uncle Bert and Uncle George I was told. They died fighting in WWII.
This led me into an interest in the history of the Twentieth Century, specifically the two World Wars, since to understand WWII, one must also look at WWI.
This led me to take an extreme loathing for the Nazi movement, which I blame directly for the deaths of two uncles that I never had the chance to meet.
It has also led me to a realization, given current world events, especially those on certain circles in North America, that people don't take lessons from history, mostly, I suspect, out of a lack of education and sheer social ignorance, with the consequence being we are likely to have a repeat of the horror that was 1939-1945 except with more destruction.