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CY365: Photograph My Heritage – Antique Dresser

Today, I am attempting one of a couple of new photo projects.  I have discovered Capture Your 365 from Katrina Kennedy.  I found this from a discussion in the All Things Photography group on Facebook that I have recently joined.  Every day, you can receive a new idea for a photograph.  The topic for today:

The Treasures We Leave

What are the valued objects and qualities you will leave behind? What do they mean to you? How will your traditions and history carry on? Put yourself in front of the lens today and show us what has been passed to you or what you plan to pass on to others.

The photo is a close up photo of an antique dresser that belonged to my grandmother.  The dresser has been through many years and one of the characteristic things about this dresser is the very loud “squeak” that is made when the drawers open and close.  This dresser has help many mementos over the years but is also an anchor to my childhood when I used to spend much time at my grandparents’ house near the Coliseum in Greensboro, NC.  Just opening the drawers and inhaling the aroma still evokes many memories from that time.  I hope to pass this along to one of my daughters as they grow up and start their own families.

AntiqueDresser
Canon T3i, ISO 100, f/3.5, 2 seconds, 50mm lens

Remembering…

I was just now sitting outside on the front porch of our house as the storm is gathering and coming this way.  I began to remember things; things that I don’t remember often, but when I do, they are comforting.

I remember:

  • Sitting in my grandparents’ backyard on evening like tonight.  There may or may not have been a storm brewing.
  • Seeing the “plastic glasses” that my Neenaw (that’s what we called her) had her iced tea in, flavored with those ReaLemon lemon juices.
  • Smelling the cedar plant that used to be located at the corner of Lee Street and Chapman St in Greensboro, mixed with the smells of the barbecue being smoked at the Stamey’s nearby.
  • I don’t like cigarettes, but there is a comfort in the sweet tobacco smell of the cigarettes my grandparents used to smoke.  There was something about that scent when we were outside.  If you’d been there, you’d understand.
  • Feeling the grass under my feet, even though I didn’t run around bare-footed a lot.
  • The sounds of the aluminum frame chairs (the ones that didn’t fold) with the strapping for the seats.  There is a sound that they made when you moved them as they hit each other, or scraped against the grass.
  • The huge oak tree that was in the back yard that shaded us and would rustle when the wind was blowing…like it is doing right now outside.

It was quiet outside except for the occasional car that would drive by or the dog barking in the background.  As I closed my eyes and felt the air outside, these things started to come back to me.

It was a nice memory.