Background

Well before I was born -- even before my mother came into the picture -- my father saw an article in LIFE magazine that made an impact on him. It was about a photographer who made sure he had a photo taken of him with his daughter, in the same place, every year on her birthday. My father liked this idea so much, he vowed that if/when he had a child, he would take on this tradition. And so we have. This blog explores our history, as I write his memoir and a history of the family farm near Allentown, now in a developer's hands.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Introduction to "Me and Daddy"


     It was a tradition that I never questioned.  Each November my mother would make an announcement and then crouch down on the living room floor with a camera.  My father and I would pose at the opposite end, in front of the TV, for “The Birthday Picture.”  When I was very young, we held hands.  Later, we didn’t.  We stood as straight and as stoic as our German and Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seemed to require.  Cheese!

     Well before I was born -- even before my mother came into the picture -- my father saw an article in LIFE magazine that made an impact on him.  It was about a photographer who made sure he had a photo taken of him with his daughter, in the same place, every year on her birthday.  My father liked this idea so much that he vowed that if / when he had a child, he would take on this tradition.  And so we did.




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    The shutter didn’t always snap on my exact date of birth (November 22), however.  Sometimes it happened instead on Thanksgiving, or on a day in December, or on a night as late as New Year’s Eve.  The timing depended on whether or not we had film in the camera, and when we suddenly remembered to pose.  Nevertheless:  through all of the obligations and changes that Life itself brings, my father and I always found a chance to stand next to each other for a few minutes for the taking of “The Birthday Picture,” no matter what the date.  After more than 50 years, we are fortunate enough to still be able to do this.

     Over the years, friends and relatives wondered what we would do with the photographs.  When I was a teenager, Daddy said that he would spread all of them out on a table whenever I got married.  True enough, we did that during my wedding rehearsal in 1983, to the amusement of our small bridal party.  On a few other occasions, I have shown them off to select others, dealing the slips out one at a time like playing cards, onto the nearest large, flat surface.  As the years went by, I needed more space for all of them to be seen at once.

     The reactions always included amazement and glee.  Folks were impressed first of all with the fact that we began taking these birthday photos at all.  Then, they loved seeing the changes.  Then, they marveled that we continued to pose for the pictures throughout our adult lives.  For the longest time, it never occurred to me that this tradition was anything special.  I didn’t realize that no other families were posing for these once-a-year images.  I didn’t understand how unique these pictures were, until I shared them with other people.  All I knew was that sometime around my birthday, I would have a chance to stand next to my father for a few seconds, and someone would aim a camera at us.  And I would later place the processed photo into a special envelope for safe keeping.

     When viewed in sequence, the photographs mark much more than just the changes that take place in two specific individuals.  You can see cultural transformations in fashion and decoration, from the 1950s into the 2000s.  You can tell when our little family moved from a small house to a larger one; when we lost our first photographer with Mom’s death; and when my father eventually moved in with the woman who would become his second wife.  You can see the advancements in the field of photography too, as black-and-whites and Polaroids made way for digital images.  What a long, strange trip it’s been!

     At 84 and 55, my father and I are once again living together.  He’s been a chemist and, on the side, a musician.  He still plays the flute in church each Sunday and for local Musical Arts Society events.  I’ve been a librarian and a writer.  My first book came out last year.  Neither one of us is famous, but we each have small parcels of devoted fans.  We are ordinary people leading ordinary lives.  Perhaps maintaining the tradition of our Birthday Photos makes us somehow special.  It’s time to share them -- and our memories -- with the world.  And yes, I will always call him Daddy.

3 comments:

  1. I can see this is going to be a very special set of blogs. I loved the pictures - brought back a few memories for me as well. I think I even recognized some of the outfits!

    I recently had our family's home movies digitized and we all watched them this past Christmas for the first time in over 30 years. It too was a special moment for all of us. I look forward to reading more. - Joe

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  2. Ah Corinne, you are but a young'un in age and heart. As one of your "parcel of devoted fans" congratulation on the initiation of this blog and for the courage and time to share with all of us your thoughts of family as it is now and was in the years gone by. I look forward to further posts that feature Daddy and you. George

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  3. As one who led a parallel life in time with you (we're the same age, but I'm older by 7 months) I enjoy seeing my fashion statements mirrored in your photos. My family never had the foresight to create these kinds of memories. Congratulations on the blog and I look forward to reading your posts.

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