I was born in 1962, making me seven years old when Younger Brother was born in January of 1970.
I remember watching our parents with him, and even my Big Sis and Big Brother holding him.
For some reason, I thought it was so awesome when he would fall asleep while someone sat there in the living room and held him. So that became a bid deal for me; to be allowed to hold him AND for him to fall asleep while I was holding him.
Normally they would let me hold him and after a bit he would fidget and begin to cry and I sure as heck didn't know what to do with him then and they would take him from me.
But finally he actually fell asleep while I held him and Sainted Mother took a photo of us while he was asleep. He was a month old here and I was seven.
I was so proud. So last week when I came across this photo in a big envelope of photos that I've been scanning into digital form, I was taken back to that moment.
It's amazing how completely you can remember something from so long ago, and how seeing a picture brings it all rushing back.
I guess because I had such hopes that he would fall asleep while I held him and when it happended I was so excited. I think the emotion of it helped seal it in my memory, even if I haven't thought of it all that much over the years.
Pictures are amazing things to have from times past; especially of grandparents and other loved ones who have passed away.
The age difference between Younger Brother and me probably helped me have this strong protective feeling toward him, and added to my being so upset with him being hurt so badly recently.
I've been more in the mood to do this kind of work lately than to go out with my camera and take new stuff; to scan, clean up, and archive some of the old family photos.
5 comments:
Sounds like you were a good big brother and still are.
I love looking at the photo memories. When clearing out so many pictures of my in laws estate we became so frustrated. Many pictures with no names or dates. Some will be mysteries forever. I have been very determined to chronicle our pictures for my own senior moment memory and the future looker-at-ers.
You've done a nice job on this scan. A great memory, too.
I have a picture just like that of me holding my baby brother...although I was much younger. At that point it was just the two of us...and he was MY baby...smile. I miss him a very great deal....sigh.
Jam, I really miss the time to sit down and read your blog, too, but I think slave labour will continue until the end of Sept, so I'm just dropping by.
My sister was born in 64, and brother 71, so I just get the feeling, sibling-wise, our families were of similar constitution. I, of course, was born WAY before 64.
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