Today I got right into the Journal and took better photos of the original ones from my Mother’s photo album using the processing apps available now!
In 1929 she took this photo and as usual there is one of the two - Jessie or her sister Louie in front of the house!
Three good things;
I. I have finished the creation of this Journal - the final edits have to be done. Where does the comma go and where is it not necessary!
2. I watched “The Hundred food Journey” on TV and was totally entranced! Another Indian delightful introspection!
3. I hope I will have a good sleep tonight without nightmares that come from wherever they do!
This is wonderful Maggiemae !! to think the original was taken in 1929 !! You say you have lightened the photo a little -- I wonder what it would look in a light sepia finish , for that vintage look !
@beryl I did try sepia but it was too dark, Beryl but lightening it might be a choice then! Didn't want it to look muddy. Most of her photos are blurred but there is an occasional one that is not!
Well it looks much the same today.......a lovely photo indeed! I think you should recreate your mums journey & then add the other half to this book.....daughter travels her mums footsteps! It would double the size of your book & would be most interesting to see what changes there were made!
@happypat I had thought of it but her journey took a whole year! Don't have the resources or time to do that unfortunately! I honestly don't know how she afforded it!
How lovely you have these photos along with you Mum's journal. Great that modern times allow you to reproduce them easily. Thank you for sharing them on 365.
Well done on all that journal work, it's obviously been quite a job. It's quite fascinating that we can now retake these old photos and improve on them. I am going to Stratford on our bowls tour in September so maybe I may get to take a shot myself.
So close to the final version of the journal - how exciting. This is a great photo - you've re-processed it very well and created a lovely image. I think perhaps Taffy's suggestion about cropping is quite a good one.
@nickspicsnz@taffy Ya reckon!! Maybe I'll ljust do it! I did try it on the original but it didn't give the feeling of depth as much. But...... watch this space!
How nice to see this cottage as it was almost 100 years ago. This is a simply wonderful project - yes a big investment of time but so worth it on many different levels.
BtW - I'm also a nightmare sufferer and have been for most of my life... you get used to them.
Your journal sounds intriguing, Marg. Punctuation is always a puzzle to me too. Good restoration of this lovely old image. I had no idea that Ann Shakespeare nee Hathaway had such a large cottage.
What a wonderful photo. You are lucky to have so much left by your Mom. Thrilled to know you are almost done with the journal. We all have nightmares though not that often. Hope you have lots of good nights of sleep ahead. FAV
Nicely done! I too have been there - it's not so very far from where we live - and this is very much as I remember it. Well done on your journal work - it sounds as if it has been a fascinating 'journey' for you too.
Fabulous rendition, Maggie! Of course Anne was a good person ... after all, William left his second best bed to her in his will! (I'm not sure whether that;s factually correct but I've always giggled at the thought!)
@kwiksilver Makes fascinating reading, Gillian! Wikipaedia says this is true - but in Elizabethan times the 'best bed' was reserved for guests so in fact she got the one that she shared with Willy boy! It was customary to leave beds and furniture to the wife. He was only 18 when he got Anne who was 26, pregnant! And they had 3 children who we have never heard about! this is a sonnet that old Bill wrote for Anne:
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.'
BtW - I'm also a nightmare sufferer and have been for most of my life... you get used to them.
Those lips that Love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate'
To me that languish'd for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That follow'd it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying 'not you.'