One of my favourite photos in the album from my grandmother is this one, of her brother in a sanatorium in Harderwijk, the Netherlands in the 40's:
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Sanatorium does make one think of a psychiatric ward. There is a road in Hamilton named Sanatorium and I always wondered what institution it was named for. Did your Oma's brother die of TB? Obviously Oma must of told you...!
Posted by: Janice | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 01:45 PM
fascinating! i didn't know TB was in the family. is it hereditary? : ) maybe the x isn't so perplexing if you consider that perhaps oma thought she would forget who her brother was in the picture as she got older.
Posted by: slydi | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 07:32 PM
@Janice - No, he recovered after a year. She told me what he died of but - ummm - I already forgot.
@slydi - Try to imagine yourself marking your brothers in a photo in anticipation of forgetting them in the future. Unsettling thought, no? Oddly, that's the only photo in the book that she marked.
Posted by: FreshMD | Wednesday, April 22, 2009 at 07:39 PM
Your Oma's 'x' reminds me of my nana's strange narrations she inscribed on her own photos. Including one of her daughter's (my grandmother's) wedding photo: "sorrow unknown". That one hung on our wall for years.
Posted by: Nina | Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 09:30 AM
thank you for these two posts on your family album! I helped my grandmother sort through a box of pictures last year, and it was amazing to hear about my older relatives (all of whom lived in Europe). Inspired by the first post I called my grandmother and she was so happy to hear my voice (I haven't seen her in almost a year), and talking to her made me happier than anything else I can remember in the last few months.
So, thank you for reminding me to call my grandmother.
Posted by: L. | Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 12:58 PM
What a scream, Nina! Tee hee.
Posted by: slydi | Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 08:09 PM
@Nina - That's so ominous! Was she a prophetess?
@L - I know - the pleasure I get from visiting with my grandparents is so rich; few other things compare.
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@Chandra - Yes, that does appeal to me. It also looks to me like the perfect field trip for a homeschooling family. Check out that Body Chute.
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