Uncle Joe is showing off his new great-niece on Easter Sunday, March 26, 1967.
My mom lived with her Aunt Mary Lou and Uncle Joe while she attended school at Geneva College in their home town of Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania. This is the same town where my father grew up and then also attended Geneva. So once they had married and moved away from Pennsylvania, my parents always looked forward to going back to Beaver Falls for holidays.
Easter Sunday was on March 26 in 1967, so I was just four months old. After going to morning mass, my parents took me around to the relatives for little visits. These photos are with Aunt Mary Lou, Uncle Joe and two of their three sons (Tom and Dick), and the photo shoot took place in their front yard.
These photos are very special to me because I’m pretty sure they’re the only ones I have of my Uncle Joe. He always made me feel so special when we visited their house, and I loved him dearly. But we lost him quite young because his heart couldn’t hold out long enough for the transplant he awaited. He was only 51 when he passed away.
I tend to wait and wait to work with photos that are special to me. I keep thinking that I have to get better at scrapping before I tackle the really important ones. But when will I be good enough at this craft to properly honor the special photos? The answer, I’ve realized, is both never and right now. So I just did it. I memorialized the occasion and the people whom I love and miss. And that’s good enough for me.
Product/technique notes
The colors in BasicGrey’s “Serenade” collection worked so well with my vintage photos.
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