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Six Sentence Story: Frame

Photo: A golden oval frame holds an old sepia photo of a woman. She wears her hair in a bun.


The eyes of the grandmother's likeness peered out from the old  golden oval frame, willing a shopper to take her photo off the wall. The paper backing held records so important to her: names and dates that served as evidence her loved ones once lived. She wanted to be remembered, but more importantly than that, she wanted her family relations to be remembered. Her son, who died as an infant and whose initials were only penciled in, was dangerously close to being forgotten forever. She couldn't have that, and so she maintained her constant, vigilant, stare, waiting for someone to notice her. 

Finally, after all this time. . .she couldn't breathe as she saw a woman's arms reaching out to lift the frame from off the wall. 
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I'm participating again with Six Sentence Stories. Go to Denise's blog to read other stories, or add your own. 

Like many of my Six Sentence Stories, this one is also based on a real experience.

Comments

  1. This is so cool. I have a house full of old family pictures in ornate frames. I am quite sure some have stories to tell! Wish I'd thought of this one!!! Great Six.

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    1. Thank you! If you know some of their stories, I hope you write them down.

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  2. Excellent Six! I love this.

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  3. 'cellent.
    ...because, while it may be an old photograph, it is that, a photograph which (to some of us) means that you are seeing a once-alive-but-still-a-person human. a bridge over time

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    1. Thank you. Yes, I think that despite differences in time or geography, people are more similar than different. Everyone has a story to tell.

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  4. All of us want to be remembered. Well done!

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  5. Old pictures have always fascinated me. When I'd see them in consignment or thrift shops, it always sent my imagination off on a journey of "who was this person?!". Pictures and picture albums far surpass any written history :) Very enjoyable Six.

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    1. When history comes to life, it is fascinating and relate-able.

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  6. Excellent six! So important to mark down the facts. As a child I asked mom several questions about the pictures she kept in boxes. It made for great memories and I still love to k know the story behind people's pictures.

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    1. Facts are great, and stories are even more interesting! I don't know if you are familiar with familysearch.org (a completely free family history resource), but they have a new feature that allows you to add an audio recording to a photo. That way those answers to questions about photos can be saved (and heard in the voice of those answering!) More about it here: https://www.familysearch.org/blog/en/add-audio-to-picture/

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  7. I've heard of spirits guarding family treasures - but this treasure overtook everything else. I've lost a four-legged child, and know what the name means.

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    1. She definitely wanted to be found and remembered!

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