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the smell of a quilt in the sun
I think a lot about the way old, soft, thin quilts smell when they are on a grassy lawn in the sun. The fragrance-memory is powerful.
And that’s why I was happy to discover this old family photo the other day. I’m the kid on the left* and while I don’t have a recollection of this exact moment, the photo evokes the essence of sun-warmed cotton fabric.
My mom was 31 when this photo was made, but she looks heartbreakingly young. And those glasses? I’d wear them right this minute.
vintage family photo, dated 1959
Lubbock, Texas
*I think that, as a three year old, I had a remarkably strong side-eye game.
magic city
Somebody wrote “Magic City” on the back of this image and that is absolutely all I know about it.
I imagine those clouds are dust and not rain. And that those buildings are some kind of farmworker housing.
But all the real details shall be always a mystery.
vintage photo
unknown date and location
cousins, the day we got in trouble
I’ve been looking through a stack of old family photos lately, and that’s how I found this gem.
That’s me on the left, with my two cousins and my sister. I don’t know what we were in trouble for having done, but I look AT LEAST 100% guilty the way I’m not making eye contact and am sort of slumped down in an effort to (maybe) disappear.
And let’s not even get me started on whatever the hell was going on with my bangs…
Littlefield, Texas
photographed summer 1964
leg show
There are several things here – a Folger’s can with a plant, a concrete porch, a washtub tipped up with water and something in it. And my mom, crouched there on the grass, doing…something.
My dad wrote “leg show” on the back of the photo, so while that’s amusing, it isn’t at all explanatory…
unknown location and date
scanned from vintage print
One Day | One Image 