When we first moved to Canada, I was in my teens. Being close to family was important to my mom and dad however like many others, they sought a better life for my sister and I. As a teen, my outlet to express thoughts & feelings were through drawing but eventually, I found an interest in photography and started my own blog as a means to communicate with my family overseas. It was a way to let them know that “Hey, I’m here. This is my life now.” A few years later, Facebook came into the picture and as I started to get busy with work, blogging became a chore. Life became about making sure I was working as hard as I could save and get to the next stage in my life. For a while there, I lost my connection with my family and what was truly important to me and seemed to have lost touch with my “why”.
Last Summer, I went back home to visit. It had been 4 years since I’d been back and this time around, I felt that I had to make an effort to learn more about my roots before it’s too late. I started t to ask questions, something I’m not too used to doing with my family. I found out that my Ah Gong (grandfather), loved photography. My Ah Mah (grandmother) explained that in the little amount of space they had, they had to basically turn the entire house into a dark room so that the images wouldn’t get ruined. Many times, they had to sit in darkness as my grandfather developed his rolls of film.
My aunt pulled out a cookie tin filled with little black and white images. You can tell he was pretty artistic! There were photos of them at the beach during their early years and also pictures of my dad and his siblings. Fast forward to present day, my Ah Gong is taking photos with his cell phone and my Ah Mah is totally creeping on my Facebook page on her iPad.
When you’re over at your parents or grandparents house next, have them pull open their family albums or tins of photos! I’m sure you will learn lots about yourself! I’m starting to wonder if I get my shyness from my grandparents 🙂