Old Photos

I almost forgot to blog today. And I have no opinions on anything or anything interesting to write about. I'm sorry about yesterday's post though. I had to post, I wasn't in a great mood, so out came whine. Peter was great though, taking Andy for the evening so I could calm down and get a bit done.

Peter has been scanning all his old family photos, which is really neat. He's the youngest of six kids, the oldest being about 16 when he was born. So many of them were taken in the 60s and early 70s. There are very few of him though. His mother died when he was 4, so I think it's particularly special to him to see those ones. Today I helped him scan some so he could do other stuff. I ended up doing a big envelope full of his mother's pictures. There are ones from her prom, ones of her when she was in high school. I saw her engagement announcement in the newspaper, her wedding invitation. The best part for me was seeing her sorority composite. It was taken 47 years ago, and everyone looks so nice with their pearls. Really not all that different than my composites.

I just love old photos and such. I have a newspaper cut out of an article about my great grandfather's death. He was a cop and died very young, when my grandfather was still in high school. There is a picture of him, and he looks so much like my grandfather, father, and brother. I love seeing how those traits are passed on from generation to generation.

There is also a picture of Peter's father's parents that we have scanned. He looks so much like both of them, it's almost eerie.

I really don't feel that I look like either of my parents. I do look like my brother who looks like both of them, it's not like I wonder if I was adopted or anything. But I just don't feel like I got any obvious traits from either. Maybe in personality, but not in looks. So staring at Andy and seeing my eyes is rather weird. Although he is looking more and more like Peter every day, I really do see so much of myself in him. And I really do think he has a lot of my personality. Part of me likes that, but part of me fears that it'll work against him. I know the faults that I have, and I'd hate to have passed those along. I hope he thinks before responding to mean emails or blog entries Blogging Baby. I hope he doesn't work so hard to be an individual that he alienates himself. I hope his temper isn't so big that he fights with the ones he loves. And I really hope that he isn't so much like me that we fight all the time. I want so much to have a good relationship with him. I want him to call me when he goes off to college, to ask me for advice, to let me be a part of his life. But if he is the typical male who isn't like that, what will I do? How will I convince him that I am only here to help and love him? That I don't want to be nosy, just supportive, that I'm just interested in everything that he does? I know these things are far far off. Right now I am the center of his world. I just am not so sure I want to ever give that up.