Recreating memories

Something that went without mentioning in the last post was a thing I did at the request of my uncle. We have a photo of my grandfather sitting on the bridge in front of Big Ben, during WWII, and while I had intended to visit the spot, my uncle suggested recreating the photo on what would have been his birthday, February 3. My museum friend and her daughter helped me out by guiding me to the location on the tube, holding my stuff, and taking the photo. It was windy and my hair kept getting in my face, and then I remembered I’d brought along a beret for the possible cold. As I fished it out of my pocket, I realized my grandfather was wearing a beret in his photo, so it was even better! It’s the same spot but I’m not sitting on the railing because I was afraid of falling in, and after turning it into a black and white photo, I think it’s pretty good. Between the beret and the jacket that mirrors the pockets and structure of his uniform, I can’t help but think my subconscious was helping me pack.