[Photo source: unknown.]
I don’t know where it came from. It was leaning against our brass lamp…since I don’t know when.
A year or two ago, I began to glean the Kodak slides and other photos that came into my possession after my father passed away in 2004. There was a collection of letters and photos that took me months to sort out.
Until I noticed a black and white snap shot of a place in Paris. On the reverse side of the snap was this handwritten note: “Paris, France, Jul. ’55”.
I have no memory of finding this photo in the belongings of my father or mother when they passed away…my mother in 1992 and my father in 2004.
But, where did this small snap shot come from? It appeared, but never noticed, on our little table where we watch movies and TV shows. It just showed up. Could I have set it aside at some point? If so, I don’t recall.
But, I can say that I know for sure that my mother or father never visited Paris in 1955. That’s something I would have known about. Or was there a secret visit to Paris by my parents when I was seven years old? I don’t think so. I would have noticed.
So, who took this photo and wrote the location and date on the reverse side? The Moulin Rouge, at the foot of the hill that leads to Sacre Coeur, in the Montmartre district, where the showgirls have small Parisian breasts and horses gallop across the stage and the bottle of Champagne comes with the dinner and your bill is about $100 for the evening.
It’s a historical place and a huge tourist attraction.
But, who in my family took this photo? Was it anybody in my family at all?
So, how did it end up leaning on the lamp of our dinner table?
It is a mystery. The thing is, we don’t remember every minute of our childhood. Unless your parents were always at home you might not have missed them
Tis a strange tale. Paul