The photographic explorations of a former film student.

Posts tagged “childhood

Marbles

When my sister and I were little, we played with a toy called Marble Works. It was basically a bunch of curvy ramps and various other parts you built a structure with and watched your marbles twirl around in. Strange as it may seem, we could spend hours building these mazes and watching our marbles navigate them. Of course, this was only for normal sized marbles. The large “shooter” kind did not fit through the holes.

Recently, I dug my marbles out of hiding and put them in a glass jar on my dresser. Most of the ones I still have came from a booth at a historical reenactment. My favorite, however, I found in the dirt at my grandparent’s home. No one is sure how it got there.

 

Next Time: Nature or Old Camera

Yes, those are probably the two most common subjects on this blog. If I do an old camera, it will be a movie camera this time.


Easter Baskets

Easter baskets. Probably everyone who celebrated Easter as a kid got one at least once. Most are made of plastic or wicker and are about six inches in diameter. For me, however, an Easter basket is something a bit different.

When I was little, my grandma used to make my sister and I crochet or plastic canvas Easter baskets every year. Some were quite small, others were a bit larger. One of mine doesn’t have a handle. She would fill them with Easter grass, a couple of plastic eggs, chocolate, and maybe even a small toy of some sort. As kids, we were always excited to get our baskets, mostly because we wanted to see what Grandma had made us that year. All the stuff inside was nice, but the basket itself was the big deal. Eventually, Grandma’s arthritis got bad enough that she could no longer make the Easter baskets. I still have mine, all of them. They make wonderful Easter decorations, by themselves, or trying my limited floral arranging skills, with flowers.

This is the last Easter basket my grandma made for me. Overall, I think it has the most elegant shape.

Next Time: Security

I decided I need to practice my indoor photography skills.


Notions

I have a collection of sewing notions left over from crafts I used to make some time ago. This includes the normal thread and snaps, but also a lot of fake flowers, lace, and other sorts of trim. I keep them because I delude myself into thinking I have the time and therefore will make the things I always wanted to make. The fact is, I don’t have the time, and I won’t make them. I guess it’s a sentimental attachment, or maybe I just like pretty things.

This, however, is a sentimental attachment. I found this old scrap of lace while doing some New Year’s cleaning. It was on a “wedding dress” of sorts my mom made for one of my toys when I was very young. If I had a scrapbook, I would paste this in it, but I don’t. Right now, it’s living with a bunch of stuff that would go in a scrapbook if I did have one.

It’s odd the things we hold on to and the things we get rid of.  

 

Next Time: Snow Shots or an Old Camera

It finally snowed. Now all I have to do is find some sun and go out and take pictures. Or, I could go with the camera. The newest addition to my father’s collection is an interesting one.