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The red pot

  • Written by Roscommon People
  • Published in Polish Column

Last Sunday I spent a lot of the day crying, a lot. Huge tears were flowing down my face and I couldn’t stop them. Don’t fear, nothing bad had happened, I had just opened my mailbox and discovered a message from my cousin who lives in Poland. The message was called ‘Invaluable’, so I started thinking that it was some kind of weird message about internet shopping, but thank God I was wrong. My cousin Pavel, (hello Pavel – I know he probably won’t be reading Roscommon People, but it’s nice to say hello to someone), this lovely man sent

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Last Sunday I spent a lot of the day crying, a lot. Huge tears were flowing down my face and I couldn’t stop them. Don’t fear, nothing bad had happened, I had just opened my mailbox and discovered a message from my cousin who lives in Poland. The message was called ‘Invaluable’, so I started thinking that it was some kind of weird message about internet shopping, but thank God I was wrong. My cousin Pavel, (hello Pavel – I know he probably won’t be reading Roscommon People, but it’s nice to say hello to someone), this lovely man sent me a set of really, really old pictures that he had developed from negatives. The pictures were taken in the 70s, last century, by his father Roman. Of course, I also send greetings to him, why not? (Unfortunately I don’t know the type of camera it was, but it was definitely some kind of Russian invention). As I looked at the pictures, I started to cry.

It was a really weird feeling. The pictures contained photos of my parents taken before my birth. My first reaction was ‘oh no, they were young!’. My father with his long hair and my mother with great skin and a short, sexy dress and of course, my grandmother, less grey and not as tired as today. It got better and better. I discovered a series called ‘First year of married life’ and in this moment I started crying, surprising myself. You ask ‘why?’ Because I don’t remember these pictures. That was my first reaction and I know that it’s a little stupid because no one remembers their first moments of life. But still, it was weird to look at this strange person. I started thinking, was this small girl on a red pot definitely me? How is it possible that after so many years I have become someone so completely different? We can look at the pictures and wonder if that was really us.

When my first impressions faded and I realised that it’s really me and this beautiful 20-year-old couple are my family and this little monster with huge ears is my sister, I started to recognise stuff from the pictures. Unfortunately I don’t remember the red pot, but I definitely know that my grandmother probably has it stored somewhere. I do remember the small red doll. I don’t remember who gave me that and I don’t even remember playing with it, but I know that I had that. Then I knew for sure that this little girl was me. I stopped crying and I started thinking about this, because the present day me, a little older, and my boyfriend, and my sister, mother of two children, we are the people that will create a new story and we are the people who in another 30 years, will feature on someone’s old photos. I hope so. So I’m going to stop wasting my time and try and organise all my family pictures because I know that times are better and everyone has a super camera and takes lots of pictures, but because of these super computers, very often these unusual pictures can be lost. I realised on Sunday, thanks to these old pictures, that we can know a little more about ourselves. Maybe just the fact that I was the owner of a nice red pot!

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