Growing up, nothing said Holiday time like permed or braided hair, white gloves, patent leather shoes, a new purse, and a new hat. My Sisters and I always cooperated for the ten or more pictures that my Father insisted on taking. Part of the charm was that he convinced us that there were no others quite as well Holiday and churched dressed as we were. He expanded his photographic vision in our later years to the Brownie, Polaroid, and movie camera. I remember with laughter the look of fear on one of my Prom date’s face. My Father followed us from the Living Room right out to the car prompting us to “smile and act natural.” Not an easy task but an early introduction to reality programming. Relief was the facial expression as we waved good-bye.
When looking over old photos I now realize that there are many hat pictures that chronicle my personal life journey. It really influenced the picture that I submitted to Red Room. One of my favorite Red Room writers, Sue Glasco, once wrote a blog about a family member that is forever in memory. The family member who participated in a jazz festival event was encouraged to continue with his talent but to always wear a hat that his audience would remember. The underlying point was that as techniques would evolve the recollection of the hat might keep the audience interested. I had my doubts about submitting my picture from my distant past but was confronted by my Daughters with “ oh, Mom, it’s the best hat picture that we have of you.” So, please remember if the time should come that we should meet and I look a little older ... with the participation and with what I’m learning in Red Room, I’m working on my technique…a big thank you!