So this is a typology thingie I did while packing up stuff from our old house last Autumn. These are all things that my son and I have found or that belonged to my grandad. I’ve managed to attach a weird amount of sentimentality to them all. There’s a whole bunch of happy memories, places, smells and sounds that they remind me of. Quite a few of them are from a wee Breton seaside town which my folks took me to as a kid and which I’ve taken my wee boy to. It smells of pine and has a white sand beach that goes on forever…
I wanted to photograph these to mark a wee transition, to remember how I felt as we moved on from a bit of a crap situation to hopefully some awesome ones. They also remind me to do my best never to let anyone take the value of favourite moments away with their cynicism. Which is pretty much how I felt when I took these, a bit defensive about keeping some positive memories from a crappy time in my life and feeling grateful and protective of my time with my boy.
The whale’s ear and conch were my grandfather’s. He was a whaler (briefly) and he was called Bob. Bob Ross, in fact. And he loved to paint and draw but didn’t have his own TV show. He wasn’t that Bob Ross.
He was an awesome human being. I only saw him lose his temper once and that was when an adult threatened a kid. He told dog shit jokes at the dinner table. He loved Rabbie Burns, MacAllan whisky, St Emilion wine, an orange cheddar piece, sci-fi novels, Indiana Jones and Jurassic Park, Billy Connolly and The Two Ronnies…He made the best bread and butter pudding every New Year’s Day but always said it wasn’t as good as last year’s. He smoked a shitload. He was a scruff at work (he was an engineer and was always covered in oil and crap) but had a spectacular 3-piece black watch tartan suit and pocket watch for special occassions. He was google before google was invented, with a book about everything. If my son turns out to be anything like him I’ll have done my job well.
Here’s to keeping treasures and making happy memories x