I recently found a few old photos from my childhood that I didn’t even realize I still had . It got me thinking that somewhere in one of the family members basement are a couple of large boxes filled with family history going back to the 1930’s . In albums and loose those boxes hold hundreds of photo’s that cover memories of past places visited near and far , homes lived in , family and friends . And events the likes of Christmas and birthdays, men in uniform , pet dogs and old cars . I haven’t seen all those photos in quite a long time now but I still remember them all and each and every smiling happy face in them . I remember them as … normal.
A nearby neighbor just dropped a visiting Grand Kid off at the airport after the annual three week visit from out of state and then came to indulge a free beer. We don’t broach the topics much but he does try with subtle hints as to what he wants to talk about …..
” Ya know Rich, the Dems are trying to brand Republicans as weird …. whatta load of shit . I really think it is Democrats that are the weird ones .”
This was this weeks bait and I let it pass, after all, who the hell am I to say …. maybe he’s right ….. or not. But it got me thinking again of those large boxes filled with family photos and memories . I wondered about what his Grand Kid might think thirty five years from now when Grandma and Grandpa have passed and he searches through all those pics saved on USB memory sticks . Will he look at the pics of Grandma and Grandpa at large rallies of red hat wearing crowds with tampons on their ears ? Will he view them holding little jars of fake J.D. Vance semen and understand ?
Will he view Grandma wearing a “Trump can Grab my Pussy” T shirt ? and ….
will he remember them as … normal ?
