So, my grandparents were married 66 years ago today ... in New York City ... in the famed St. Patrick's Cathedral (I don't know how they pulled that off, either). That's them, above. Aren't they gorgeous together? I never remember meeting my grandmother, Mary. She passed away shortly after I was born. But my grandfather, Gordon, was one of the happiest, smiliest, most kind-hearted people I've ever known. Here's to them!
Anyway, I'm home visiting my parents right now, and I've been looking at a lot of old photos--ones of my other grandparents on the West Coast, standing in front of a classic car and a dusty landscape (I'll share that in a separate post), ones of me and my sister as a kid, ones of my parents as babies. Old photos are so amazing (I mean, just look at that car!). They can completely transport you to a different place and time, much the way a good book does.
I set my writing mostly in present-day, so photos aren't necessarily a window into another era for research purposes, but I guess when I look at them, I just realize how many stories each person has. I remember the way I felt when I was a kid. I remember places I used to live and visit. All of it makes me feel very creative, like there are endless tales to tell, moments to capture, you just have to find them.
As a writer, what fun it is to be able to jump into a character's head and find their most happy, sad, dramatic, distraught, elated, book-worthy moments. I think that's one of the reasons we all love writing.
Anyway, enjoy the photo--and happy anniversary to my grandparents in heaven!