
This image is important to me. I found it in some of my Mom's old things that I was helping her clean out when I was in middle school or early high school, and I have kept it ever since. I am not in this picture. I was not born when this photo was taken. My mom was probably in her senior year of high school or her first year of college.
I love this photo because I can see myself and my cousins in it, even though the photo actually contains images of our parents. My mom is the oldest daughter (in the black turtleneck) her slightly younger brother is to her left with the funny face, and her younger sisters are in the front. (The two men in the back are my mom's boyfriend at the time and her best friend.)
We all have strong family resemblances, my cousins and I, so when I look at this photo not only do I see my mom, my aunts and my uncle, I also see the next generation because of how similar we all look to our parents. The photo also represents the picture of close-knit sibling relationships that I have always pictured whenever I hear stories from their childhood. My grandmother divorced my grandfather when my mom was 13 and the family moved to Texas from Georgia to live with my great grandmother. This photo was taken at her house because that's where the family lived. My grandmother worked a lot to support the family and when she wasn't working she liked to socialize. My mom and her siblings looked out for each other a lot and they were a very close family. I am an only child and I have always kind of idolized their sibling relationships, in the past tense based on the stories they have told (the ones I have heard over and over since I was a child, and the ones I am only now getting to hear that I am an adult--those are the really good ones by the way). I also read a lot of J.D. Salinger in high school and I used to think of them as a kind of Southern gothic version of the Glass family.
Here's one of my favorite stories just so you get the idea:
When my youngest aunt was little (maybe so young she wasn't in school yet) there was a very mean, evil boy who lived in their neighborhood. One day, she found this kid drowning two puppies! She was so upset she ran all the way to my uncle's high school. This was a very long way for a very small child to go on her own. She found him in the hall between classes. She was crying and she couldn't really talk. My uncle was very confused as to how she had gotten there and after a while she calmed down enough to tell him what happened. He immediately ditched school to take her home. He also took care of that kid, if you know what I mean. Also, my uncle once had a dog he named "Cigar Tree". Best. Dog. Name. Ever.
And, their aunt, my great aunt, used to care for her namesake niece, my older aunt, all the time because my grandmother worked so much. (Actually my youngest aunt used to think my mom was her mom because my mom took care of her all the time, but that's another story...) Anyway, the great aunt and uncle had a pet monkey. Really. It was a capuchin. It used to terrorize my aunt when she stayed there. It would steal her food jump on her, etc. Are you starting to get the Southern gothic picture, yet?
As siblings they are all still very close, as they always have been, and live within twenty minutes of each other. Most of them talk on the phone to each other every day. I don't know if I could handle that close of a sibling relationship, but I do respect it and I see so much value in it. So I have all of this mythology of siblinghood built into this image, especially since it is something I have never and never will really experience. I have ascribed so much meaning to this photograph, and all of it comes out of my own assumptions, values and ideals.