My younger brother is at my mother’s now (he was gone for a few months but is back again) and has been sorting through all kinds of things in her flat. He came across more old family pictures (just like he had back in the spring), some of which I don’t think I’d ever seen before! Among other things, he found some pictures of what apparently was my christening when I was two months old. I think I have seen that first picture here below before, but I always assumed it was a picture of another baby a year older than me who my parents had fostered for three or so years (I vaguely remember her), but nope, apparently that little baby is me.

Three things about these pictures: everyone is so young, I’m so tiny, and oh my goodness, I adore my older sister’s outfit!

On a side note: I am the daughter of a Protestant theologian, baptized by an Anglican priest from Jerusalem’s St. George’s Cathedral, in the Catholic chapel of the convent which was neighbouring our house. A truly ecumenical event. We rented our house from nuns in a little village just outside Jerusalem and my mother chatting away with these nuns in the following picture tells you just about all you need to know about the warm, happy relationships we had with them.

Anyway, my parents weren’t photographers and took very few pictures, I’m not sure if they even had a working camera. They must have had something, as pictures do exist, but my mother always said that most pictures usually came to them via others who visited us (and we always had many visitors). So, there are virtually no newborn pictures of any of us. This means that, apart from the above baptism pictures where you can’t really see me, the earliest pictures of me that I know of are these two that my brother also came across (with on my cheek the remnants of a birthmark that faded away over time). I haven’t seen these in forever.

There are so many more discoveries my brother made while sorting through my mother’s apartment, such cute pictures of my siblings as well, but I can’t share all of those here. I’ve got to say I was especially pleased with those baptism pictures, they are so beautiful and it’s hard to imagine that that tiny baby in my mother’s arms is me.

Every year for Christmas I make a photo calendar with pictures of my family (my parents, siblings, aunt, my kids, nephews and nieces) for the following year. As we have all barely seen each other this past year due to Covid-19 and as there just aren’t too many new pictures available, I decided to make a “nostalgia calendar” for my family this year which features many of these cute treasures that my brother found.

It’ll be a surprise for them to receive a different sort of calendar this time around and I’m already looking forward to getting it to them. And hey, if you have now become a little nostalgic as well, feel free to share your baby pictures via blogs, Twitter or even e-mail. I admit, I’m curious. 🙂

10 thoughts on “Nostalgia

  1. Servetus

    This is a really sweet idea for a calendar and neat that you discovered they did have a baptismal picture of you after all! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a baptismal picture of me, although there might be one somewhere. There’s a huge photo album of me, though, because I was born in Hawaii and my whole family was in Wisconsin, so they were made and sent “home” and then when my grandparents on either side died we inherited them. However, all that stuff is in a closet that I am not going to disturb for love nor money under the current circumstances. Dad has already destroyed a bunch of old family pictures and I don’t want to alert him to the existence of these.

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    1. Yeah, really stoked about the baptismal pictures. 🙂
      I didn’t realize you were born in Hawaii, that sounds cool to me. How long did you live there? And how come your dad has destroyed old pictures? That’s a shame. My mom tells me that a lot of pictures were lost after we moved from Israel to Germany as there was a leak in the storage space they had used and she remembers a whole bunch of photo’s and books being clumped together and not usable anymore. It’s always such a pity when pictures get destroyed.

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      1. Servetus

        I didn’t live in Hawaii long. We were there due to the (Vietnam) war, I think about three years total but only about a year for me.

        Dad has been fixated lately on “cleaning up,” which means he destroys things he doesn’t recognize; indeed, he becomes actively angry if he discovers something and doesn’t know what it is or why it is there. (My late uncle did the same thing — destroyed a bunch of treasured family photos in order to “get rid of the mess in the basement.”) Alternatively he tries to sell things he thinks might be valuable; I had to rescue a monkeypod wood table he made during the Hawaii years this week, because he discovered it’s worth about $600. He’s also thrown away a few boxes of my stuff. So it’s a constant effort to keep him away from things I’d like to keep. And since he doesn’t accept that my brother and I might want some of the stuff in the house, no longer responds to requests and has poor impulse control, every time I have to insist that we not destroy something, I have to scream. That sometimes makes it through the haze.

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          1. Servetus

            Memory loss is not pretty. I’ve had a lot of coaching about how to respond now, but it doesn’t seem to be very effective with him.


  2. Esther these are beautiful pictures! I hope one day to look at my mums pictures most of them black and white once my dad finds where she put them and gave a good cry with my sister. Much to painful right now but bless you for this endearing tribute ❤️❤️🤗

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    1. Thank you. Yeah, I was just stoked my brother had found these. 🙂
      Yeah, I can imagine the difficulty for you right now. For a while I also found it difficult to go through pictures of my dad but in time it helped with recalling many happy memories even though the sense of loss is always a steady current underneath it all.

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