Yesterday, when I went to the living room to check the door, I noticed an old book, wrapped up poorly in an nilon bag. I opened and surprised of those photos that I’ve never seen before. Maybe because I’m much closer to the father-family than the mother’s family like any typical Asian family does. ( In Vietnamese they call the father’s family is ” internal” family, and mother’s family is ” external” family as male-contempt has been deep into the subconscious of Asian country. Sure now they’re open their minds but not their actions. For example, a woman who lost her virginity is normal, no problems, but they demand the woman who they marry must be a virgin. How ridiculous. )
Eh? Am I degressing? Sorry for that. I can talk for hours about feminine rights.
Actually sometimes I want to keep virgin until marriage. See, I’m an example too. Can’t get out of prejudice. *slap myself*
So this is the cover, made of woods, with oil painting- Oil painting on wood( I’m not sure it’s called like this because I don’t know much about art and craft so I just translate directly) The surface was polished and reflects the light so I tilted it.
This little picture describe a popular landscape of Southern Vietnam. People travel mostly by boat.
We even have ” floating market” like this
Inside the photo album, there is two seperated pictures in the left.
The smallest is my grandma and grandpa. He passed away since my mom was only 6. The largest is my grandma. I can say that she has not changed much, still that gentle smile as she is. The rest are some relatives and their friends, I guess.
Every page except the first is covered by this transparent paper, let’s look closer, it’s spider web pattern. To evoke the old feelings right?
…and with both children, my mom and him
No offend, but his face makes me want to laugh. And my mom’s face is pretty as she is always, but this one looks a little grumpy.
and some others aunts and uncles, and I realize that the woman in the back is my great grandma.She passed away five years ago, I have not much memories of her but remember the times when I visited her, I felt peace.
This must be my grandpa at somewhere. I can’t figure out.
He was a university lecturer, the job that always has chance to visit foreign country. But around 1970s, Vietnam was quite close to Soviet Union, and I think he was in Russia, or somewhere in the Soviet Union at that time.
Another trip to China, at Tiananmen Square.
Her two sisters. They look alike each other O_O
And look this vintage style which is now trending again.
The polaroid photo. My mom and my uncle. They look really reluctant. Lol.
I wonder why I don’t look like her *_* She is way more prettier than me, said an old vietnamese idiom ” Peacock mom, owl daughter” *_*
I’m interested in the cover…I will find a photo album with the same type!
Bamboos, and boats…
What a nostalgic feeling…