Family

Unless i have been given a particular subject to write about, i usually just end up finding something to complain about and going from there.  In this case we have been assigned to create a narrative using old family pictures in order to explore these pieces of our lives.  

The photo above is a piece of what i am working on.  It is the oldest photo i have, and it is of my Dad and his sister Ro.  He was born in 1945 and he looks about 6-7 years old here so this picture was most likely taken in the early 50's.  My Dad is the type of guy who is not good at making lasting connections with other people.  Most of his side of the family is either deceased or disowned, including the Aunt pictured above.  He was the youngest of two sisters and another brother, all of which i haven't seen since infancy.  He doesn't really have old family photos since my Aunt got them all when their mother passed away about 17 years ago.  His father was an immigrant from Bari, Italy and passed away when my dad was a teenager.  My Dad is pretty secretive and doesn't like discussing his past a whole lot, his attitude is "why the hell do you need to know?"  So, all these little bits and pieces of information i do have i hold on to, mostly because it feels like there is an entire half of my family and my history that i am missing.