Coming from a family that is so mixed, diverse, and ever changing, i love how big of a mutt i am ethnically & culturally wise because of it. I’m one of those kids who constantly asked their parents and grandparents where they came from. I requested stories, pictures, souvenirs, and any kind of knick knacks.
My father is 1 of 6 children and the baby of the group. Traditionally, most pictures get handed down from mother to daughter or granddaughter. My grandmother having three daughters of her own, would most likely pass down the photos to my aunts and they would pass them down to their daughters and so on and so forth. Needless to say, i wouldn’t see any. This scared the shit out of me. Maybe its my photographer aspect of me, maybe its the little kid who needed to know where she came from, but one of my biggest fears is not having pictures of my past generations to show my kids. My dad never had any of pictures of him, including his parents. My mom was the same. Living in Japan i didn’t get to see my grandparents until i came over to the states for university. So i wanted to know, see, and have everything i possibly could of theirs. My grandma always found this to be funny because none of her children or my cousins ever asked for pictures of her during her youth so having me constantly nag her for them she secretly adored.
My grandmother is a spectacular woman. All the stories my dad tells me and she tells me just makes me fall in love with her over and over again. From always being the belle of the ball, to working as a jet plane mechanic for the Air Force, then traveling around the world, and finally starting a family in Japan with her true love, i needed to have these pictures to accompany the stories. I wanted my brothers, niece, and nephew to have access to them. I wanted to be the keeper of all these memories. And my heart grew by a million miles when i opened up the package to see my grandmother entrusted me with that sole responsibility.