old photographs

I decided to clear out my wardrobe today and sent some things to the cleaners and/or the charity shop but I found it a bit depressing that many of my favourite things did not have a lot of room in them - to be truthful
they didn't fit as well as they used to ie., I have become fat!   Well!  enough of that, I quickly became side tracked by a big box of old photographs from the days when we did not have digital cameras.  In those days we managed to keep everything for years and years; whereas now Picaso or its equivalent manages to eat up great stacks of them which we don't notice until it is too late to retrieve them.   I love having a digital camera which produces everything immediately but there is always a down side.
However today I found a picture of my mother (who died some years ago) which was taken in the 1920's so that my father could send it home to his parents to show them the girl he had decided to marry.   Our mother
always appears to have been oldish as we have no memory of ourselves as babies or her as a young mother but in this picture my mum looks so beautiful; and this was in the days when cameras were not so sophisticated, hairdressers for someone of my mothers class were unheard of and only those with 'a reputation' wore any kind of make up or lipstick.  So there she is completely unadorned and simply dressed and looking like a million dollars.   Even my teenage grandchildren and my ancient husband agreed.