I am really fascinated because in these photos my parents are about the same age as me, maybe a little younger. They aren't particularly talky about their younger days but in these photos they're very human to me - dirt-poor graduate students with little to do in their free time except play with the camera that my dad loved.
And those couches... I didn't know until I saw these pics that they had those chairs when they were so young. I grew up on those couches, spent endless hours curled up in them with my nose in a book. The armrest covers would constantly get lost in the cracks if I wasn't putting them on my head pretending to be a superhero in a cape. The fabric helped me learn the different color names when I was small, tracing the lines and saying them out loud. I remember the rough, synthetic material that was coarsely woven together to make them. The old springs in the seats would creak when I struggled to dig myself out of them, so that my mother would hear I was coming to run and give her a hug when she got home from work.
They would be so tacky now but they are so full of memories...
Needless to say these two photos are very special to me.
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