The StoryTeller Gallery
I have three regrets of my adult life. One is I didn’t take the time to sit down with my father before he 'stepped through the veil' and get the details and context of his life. Dad was born in 1900. He watched the Wright brothers take flight at Kittyhawk and Neil Armstrong walk on the Sea of Tranquility. But what were you doing in the 1930’s after the Great Depression? Where were you in the 40’s and 50’s? Who, exactly, was the lady I remember from my childhood as ‘Aunt Peggy’?
I often wish I had his written journals, to read his ideas and thoughts and gain understanding about his life and what was happening in it. Not just Dad, but also about his friends and the people who lived as his contemporaries. Individuals I can never meet but each with unique perspectives and experiences, which remain relevant today.
With fewer days ahead than there are behind me, I think about my own children and grandchildren years from now. I'd like them to know not only my stories, but also the stories of some cherished friends I’ve known and interesting people I've met along the way. And in doing so, they might find solace or perspective or context in whatever their future world may be.
The premise is simple: Allow me to make a single photograph and offer this appeal, “Tell me a story that was told to you by your father or mother, a grandparent, an uncle or auntie, when you were a child. Or tell me about something that happened to you as an adult, an event which stuck in your mind…a story you’ve carried with you through the years. A life lesson that helped make you who you are today. A little bit of yourself you want to pass forward.”
Everyone has a story.
Read MoreI often wish I had his written journals, to read his ideas and thoughts and gain understanding about his life and what was happening in it. Not just Dad, but also about his friends and the people who lived as his contemporaries. Individuals I can never meet but each with unique perspectives and experiences, which remain relevant today.
With fewer days ahead than there are behind me, I think about my own children and grandchildren years from now. I'd like them to know not only my stories, but also the stories of some cherished friends I’ve known and interesting people I've met along the way. And in doing so, they might find solace or perspective or context in whatever their future world may be.
The premise is simple: Allow me to make a single photograph and offer this appeal, “Tell me a story that was told to you by your father or mother, a grandparent, an uncle or auntie, when you were a child. Or tell me about something that happened to you as an adult, an event which stuck in your mind…a story you’ve carried with you through the years. A life lesson that helped make you who you are today. A little bit of yourself you want to pass forward.”
Everyone has a story.
