Old Photos Tell Family's Story
The box contains memories of a lifetime.
Inside the box, there’s a bunch of old people. I’ve kept them there for a few years now. They’ve survived two moves and have stayed in the same old cardboard box. I know the people. In fact, they’re my family. It’s my grandparents, my aunts and uncle, cousins, my sister and me, her kids and my kids. Black and white photos capture holiday get-togethers, births and deaths. It’s the circle of life, family style. You can tell by the dresses and the suits that these are old photos, but the people look like people in my family these days. My 30-ish niece looks like my sister. My son looks like a teenage me. I look like a 50-year-old version of my dad. My sister looks like my grandmother. But, for the most, the people in the photos have died, …
