Comments on: The Story in a Family Photograph http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/ Marion Roach Smith's alternate sisterly reality, with Margaret Roach. Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:32:18 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: marionroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-885 marionroach Tue, 18 Aug 2009 15:30:49 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-885 Hi, Isabel: And welcome to TSP. We are delighted you are here. Photos are a catalyst for expression, aren't they? They can <a href="http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-end-of-writers-block-done-finished-no-more/" rel="nofollow">cure being stuck</a>, or drive you deeper or further into your story. Thanks for sharing yours. We are glad to have it here. Please come back soon. Hi, Isabel: And welcome to TSP. We are delighted you are here. Photos are a catalyst for expression, aren’t they? They can cure being stuck, or drive you deeper or further into your story. Thanks for sharing yours. We are glad to have it here. Please come back soon.

]]> By: Isabel http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-884 Isabel Fri, 14 Aug 2009 19:35:11 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-884 I'm truly enjoying all of the posts of the Sister Project. I really identified with the "Story in a Family Photograph" as photos are for me a catalyst of expression. I have recently started to write a series of posts on memories catapulted by a specific image. I call it "That Which Runs in Me" http://a-room-of-one-s-own.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-which-runs-in-me-i.html The funny things is, I never know where each photo will take me, and to be honest, that is the FUN of it. Isabel I’m truly enjoying all of the posts of the Sister Project. I really identified with the “Story in a Family Photograph” as photos are for me a catalyst of expression. I have recently started to write a series of posts on memories catapulted by a specific image.

I call it “That Which Runs in Me”

http://a-room-of-one-s-own.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-which-runs-in-me-i.html

The funny things is, I never know where each photo will take me, and to be honest, that is the FUN of it.

Isabel

]]> By: marionroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-324 marionroach Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:00:35 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-324 Hi, Elizabeth. Isn't it interesting how much of life can be told through what we wear? I, too, wish the photographer has included a shot of our feet. These days Margaret and I find ourselves laughing when we show up wearing the same kind of shoe. On it goes. Hi, Elizabeth. Isn’t it interesting how much of life can be told through what we wear? I, too, wish the photographer has included a shot of our feet. These days Margaret and I find ourselves laughing when we show up wearing the same kind of shoe. On it goes.

]]> By: Elizabeth Edwardsen http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-283 Elizabeth Edwardsen Thu, 05 Mar 2009 14:23:52 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-283 Marion - Can I just say the 6-year-old Me is very jealous of the Yellow Mary Janes? Yellow Mary Janes - and they matched your sister's Yellow Mary Janes. I wish the photographer had included your feet. The Yellow Mary Janes are one of the details that makes your story. Marion – Can I just say the 6-year-old Me is very jealous of the Yellow Mary Janes? Yellow Mary Janes – and they matched your sister’s Yellow Mary Janes. I wish the photographer had included your feet. The Yellow Mary Janes are one of the details that makes your story.

]]> By: marionroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-279 marionroach Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:43:31 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-279 Hi, Sandi. I love that you don't have the photo in front of you as you write this. How fascinating. What we can't see but we know exists allows memory to go elsewhere, doesn't it? I love that, as expressed in the "one of us is missing a front tooth." It takes the attention away from the literal and moves in onto what we think we know, which is often times even more interesting. Oooooh. That's what I have to say to that: Ooooh. Nice. Please come back soon. We love your stories. Hi, Sandi. I love that you don’t have the photo in front of you as you write this. How fascinating. What we can’t see but we know exists allows memory to go elsewhere, doesn’t it? I love that, as expressed in the “one of us is missing a front tooth.” It takes the attention away from the literal and moves in onto what we think we know, which is often times even more interesting. Oooooh. That’s what I have to say to that: Ooooh. Nice. Please come back soon. We love your stories.

]]> By: margaretroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-273 margaretroach Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:02:07 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-273 Welcome, Sandi. "I am probably projecting," as you say, seems to sum up the experience of sisterhood pretty succinctly. Thank you for this story, and for being with us here. Welcome, Sandi. “I am probably projecting,” as you say, seems to sum up the experience of sisterhood pretty succinctly. Thank you for this story, and for being with us here.

]]> By: sandi http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-272 sandi Sat, 28 Feb 2009 01:18:05 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-272 sister pix: There is a studio, airbrushed photo somewhere of my sister and I at about ages 7 and 4, dressed in matching white and blue dresses. One of us is missing a front tooth. It was taken about the time that family legend has it she had potty trained me when no one else could. Reading TSP over the past few months reminds me of that photo and starts to bring back the pure, sweetest time of our particular sisterhood when everyone had just enough of everything they needed. Soon thereafter my sister was left by the Rocemore School for Girls bus driver outside our home and for some reason no one heard the bell. I maintain it was the beginning of that place inside her that still needs healing. I'm the family historian. I don't know if she even remembers it. I am probably projecting. But thinking about that photo reminds me of what we had when we were young and what I romanticize regaining as adults. Perhaps I should concentrate on a later photo. I know just the one. sister pix: There is a studio, airbrushed photo somewhere of my sister and I at about ages 7 and 4, dressed in matching white and blue dresses. One of us is missing a front tooth. It was taken about the time that family legend has it she had potty trained me when no one else could. Reading TSP over the past few months reminds me of that photo and starts to bring back the pure, sweetest time of our particular sisterhood when everyone had just enough of everything they needed. Soon thereafter my sister was left by the Rocemore School for Girls bus driver outside our home and for some reason no one heard the bell. I maintain it was the beginning of that place inside her that still needs healing. I’m the family historian. I don’t know if she even remembers it. I am probably projecting. But thinking about that photo reminds me of what we had when we were young and what I romanticize regaining as adults. Perhaps I should concentrate on a later photo. I know just the one.

]]> By: Elizabeth Edwardsen http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-267 Elizabeth Edwardsen Thu, 26 Feb 2009 17:51:42 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-267 I didn't mention it, just slipped it into a big bag of family photos and other ephemera. Cluck. Cluck. I was sticky fingered when it came to my sister's possessions, although I always put the purloined objects on the same shelf in my closet. She'd go complaining to my mother about the missing whatever and my mom would say "Just go in her closet and get it." Our rooms were connected by a little hallway that went nowhere else. The title of one of your recent posts took me back to the days when I used to sit on the floor in my nightie next to my cracked door, watching the TV she had pulled in to her room -- Peyton Place. I don't know whether it a question of time or appropriate-ness, but I wasn't allowed to watch Peyton Place. I didn’t mention it, just slipped it into a big bag of family photos and other ephemera.
Cluck. Cluck.
I was sticky fingered when it came to my sister’s possessions, although I always put the purloined objects on the same shelf in my closet. She’d go complaining to my mother about the missing whatever and my mom would say “Just go in her closet and get it.”
Our rooms were connected by a little hallway that went nowhere else. The title of one of your recent posts took me back to the days when I used to sit on the floor in my nightie next to my cracked door, watching the TV she had pulled in to her room — Peyton Place. I don’t know whether it a question of time or appropriate-ness, but I wasn’t allowed to watch Peyton Place.

]]> By: marionroach http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-266 marionroach Wed, 25 Feb 2009 21:16:47 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-266 Ooooh, Elizabeth: Did you return it face-to-face, or merely slip it into her stuff? And what did she say if you fessed up? Ooooh, Elizabeth: Did you return it face-to-face, or merely slip it into her stuff? And what did she say if you fessed up?

]]> By: Elizabeth Edwardsen http://thesisterproject.com/roach/the-story-in-a-family-photograph/comment-page-1/#comment-264 Elizabeth Edwardsen Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:14:07 +0000 http://thesisterproject.com/roach/?p=510#comment-264 Oh, I only wish my worry beads were malachite. They are clear, full of really shiny gold glitter. Insted of string or leather cord, they are on a gold chain and have gold chains for a tassel. (Note: I use the term "gold" as a color, not a precious metal.) This is what happens when you let a child select her own souvenirs. My guess is my sister doesn't have her half of the matching sets, of poodle pins, for example. But a few years ago I returned a Beatles button that I'm sure I swiped from her dresser 40 years ago. Oh, I only wish my worry beads were malachite. They are clear, full of really shiny gold glitter. Insted of string or leather cord, they are on a gold chain and have gold chains for a tassel. (Note: I use the term “gold” as a color, not a precious metal.) This is what happens when you let a child select her own souvenirs. My guess is my sister doesn’t have her half of the matching sets, of poodle pins, for example. But a few years ago I returned a Beatles button that I’m sure I swiped from her dresser 40 years ago.

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