[talking pictures: annie galvin].
by victoria comment


i just love this week’s [talking pictures], in part because i’m just a sucker for old childhood photos, but also because i love annie’s great memories of the image. this wonderful photo comes from san francisco based artist annie galvin, of 3 fish studios, where she and her husband eric rewitzer make lovely art together. you can find annie’s work here on their 3 fish studios website and learn more about her on her blog, wexford girl. thanks for sharing such a sweet photo, annie!

Here’s what annie has to say about her [talking picture]: “I love this 1974 photograph of my brother John, my sister Liz, and me, posing a little awkwardly for my father. Michael, the baby, was two years old, and must have been inside with my mother. I look at this and it instantly takes me back to our house in Moorfields, County Wexford, in the south-east corner of Ireland. The house my father built. I know that the rough patch of ground to the right was the vegetable patch, where we grew the things that grew well in Ireland: potatoes of course, and rhubarb, carrots, turnips.

I remember that the white shoes I am wearing are my First Holy Communion shoes. I LOVED those shoes – when they were shiny and new on my Communion day, then reserved for Sunday best, and finally becoming everyday shoes. I am holding my beloved Sindy Doll (we didn’t have Barbie in 1970s Ireland.) Her hair is yellow frizz because I washed it with shampoo. Liz has a brunette Sindy with still-shiny hair, and she’s clearly playing dress-up as well – look at that belt! And John is gamely tooting on his horn. More than anything, the three pairs of little knees kill me, and how we’re all squinting into the sun and smiling self-consciously.

This photograph makes me glad because it reminds me that I had a happy childhood. Our family has grown in the last 35 years; Now when I spend time in Ireland with John and Liz and Michael, the next generation is running around underfoot (eight kids and another one on the way). It’s joyful and lively to be with the whole noisy crowd, But I am grateful to have photographic reminders of days long gone, when there were fewer of us, like the day we three lined up like soldiers, waiting for the click.”

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