Broken Family Glass
The above photo is a pictured-framed compendium of my family Christmas pictures from 1962 to the late 90's. It was a gift from my mom, the keeper of Christmas pictures, to all four boys when she left the family home in Pennsylvania to move to Florida. A closure I suppose. When I was moving the other week, I contemplated throwing it out. It was big and bulky, the covering glass weighing about 15 pounds. Maybe that is an exaggeration, but with its size--and what the pictures represented psychologically--the thing felt like it weighed a ton. A pictorial ball and chain. Despite all of the happy smiles, there is a lot of pain in the pictures. Me, a premature baby, early pics of the family life that was far from ideal, my teen years of tumult, and young adulthood in all of its lack of polish. I don't like who I am in a lot of the pictures. Looking at it often in past caused sharp jagged pain in my soul. The framed pictures spent the last 6 years in the shed out back at the...