I asked my father if I could take home the project which he was still in the process of completing, and am told by my step-mother that he had been working on that album for years and that it never seems to get done. So, she tells me to take it home with me. I was suddenly at a crossroads, since I wanted the photos, but I did not want to have them without the stories that went with the photos. So, I graciously left the photo album behind.
This Christmas I gave my father one of those digital photo albums that has a revolving slideshow of photos. When I went to his house the other day and was helping him set up his new digital toy, I began to think how nice it would be to have those old photos in order to scan them and have digital copies of them for my own records. I borrowed that photo album and within a few hours had made scanned digital copies of the entire batch.
I now have an old photos project with real family members and stories to go with it. I think that I may take down my old photos project from my website and, with the permission of my family, put up some real family photos of what my forbearers looked like. Eventually, I will pick my fathers brain for some information on where and when these photos were taken and add stories to my website and my life, too.
What a strange twist of fate that I should have a fake family that gets replaced by my real one. It makes me feel that my old photos project was nothing more than a precursor to the reality that I am now living. Some things are just like that I suppose - just training for actual reality, or life.