An Oldie but a Goodie
A few months ago, I stumbled across an old black and white photo album in my parents' living room. It was my mother's old photo collection from her younger days. As the worn out pages of the album turned, I drifted into the past. I remember when I was very little I thought that everything in the past was indeed black and white and that colour was something as new to the world as television and computers. But going through my mother's album did take me to an era where everything did seem devoid of colour, only literally.
I looked at the photographs taken when she was a student in Khaling in the early 1970s. There were class photos with nuns and classmates with outrageous hairstyles. My mother said to me that she and her friends would get very excited about getting their photos taken. They would wear their very best even if it meant, as in my mother's case, borrowing a pair of fancy bell bottoms from a senior just for the occasion. She also told me that they had to pay for the photographs and would have to wait for a long time for the pictures to be developed. Just then, I saw my sister outside taking her own picture on her brand new iphone. She wasn't happy with the picture as she immediately deleted it and posed again with a funny expression on her face.
Going through my mother's photo album got me interested in scouring over the internet for old vintage photographs. And boy did I find many. There were hundreds of links and webpages on old photographs; there were portraits and posters and photography on old cities and people. But I was particularly drawn to one with a collage of old photographs of women from the early 20th century old America. These were original pieces (or so the website claimed) of ordinary women passed down from generation to generation. The women were photographed with their husbands and family. The women weren't really smiling. Not to imply they were unhappy but I guess the experience of getting a picture taken...