I still have such fond memories of my childhood home. It was not grand nor particularly beautiful but it was where I spent countless hours playing hide and seek, drumming up intricate make-believe scenarios, and was part of a family that loved each other. Most of my memories of my Dad take place in that home and that is one of the reasons why that home will remain a castle in my mind or my mansion full of memories.
I had the pleasure of working with a local family to capture memories of their family’s home before the parents moved out to start their new chapter. The goal was to not to make the rooms look spacious or highlight the layout. My client wanted photographs so her and her family would have lasting memories of what it felt like to grow up in a house with so much character. I was very excited to get a glimpse inside this beautiful family and the fond memories they had in their formidable years.
This was a reminder to me to let go of the STUFF because you can capture the memories in photographs and neatly store them in a photo book that will be treasured and passed down for years to come. Photographs are true heirlooms but the ashtray you made in third grade wouldn’t be an item you run into a burning home to retrieve. This family was completely comfortable with selling and donating many of the things that made up the home interior. They are downsizing and know that the memories they have far outweigh the need to collect and store the stuff. Yes, the stuff that we hold onto because there is a sentimental value to it but that old toy you used to play with/painting you drew for your mom is shoved away in a tub in the attic that you haven’t touched in 15 years. Home is not a place…it’s a feeling.