Like many people, digitizing all of the old family photos is going in very slow stages for me, so I just went digging through all the photos from when I was little that I had scanned, and loved taking a walk down memory lane with a specific theme in mind: daddy and his daughter.
I was born in 1987, just outside of Sydney, Australia. Looking at these photos brings back memories, obviously not of being born, but of all of those times I had looked at these photos with my dad saying to me, “I was the first to hold you, while your mother was still coming out of anesthetic” (I guess I was trying to cartwheel my way out). I can tell that that is one of those things that he will always remember.
Most of the photos I found of us together were actually taken on the trip we did to England in 1989 to show me off to his family. My favorites though are when we are lying in bed, which were actually taken in Hawaii where I stranded us with an ear infection.
As a kid, I guess I was a little bit of a tomboy, liking trains more than dolls and never afraid to get dirty and loving any excuse to play in the mud. Helping daddy dig in the carport in my bright white dress and yellow gum boots would, of course, make for a good photo opportunity.
First day of school and the amount of photos I have with Dad completely drops off (scanned ones anyway) as that was around the time my parents separated. Of course, with money tighter, in film days that meant let money for the film itself and processing — just one thing that I’m sure the kids of today completely take for granted. But hey, I’d rather have a few photos to look at time and time again in print than hundreds of photos you never look at as they are stashed away on a phone or on a hard drive somewhere.