I spent a little time yesterday identifying and then looking through my mother’s financial records, the things we’re going to need for all the legal steps that will need to be taken when she passes.
Then I noticed one of her personal scrapbooks and opened the cover. Inside, photos dating back to the mid-1930s, a few from before she met my father in 1939, most apparently during their early romance. I don’t recall her ever bringing these photos out for general sharing with us as kids, or as adults, for that matter. These stayed in a cabinet in her room. I may have seem some of them before. Others I was seeing for the first time.
My mom dated this photo in 1936, just a year after she graduated from the University of Hawaii. I don’t recall seeing this one before. It’s a wonderful picture. She seems so happy. She hasn’t been as happy for many years, I’m afraid.
It’s amazing to see the vibrant young woman at the same time as we accompany the 98-year old woman on her final journey. It seems so long ago, seen in these photos, yet so close, immediate.
They say the best camera is the one you have with you. Yesterday, I had my iPhone. So I used it to copy a few photos, which convey a flavor of Hawaii in that pre-war period. Not the best copies, but sufficient for this purpose.
Click on Helen’s photo to see the rest of this small collection.