This week on Sepia Saturday,
Alan's prompt picture seems to suggest that we foray through those old albums
to find those pictures that bear no connection to our family,
unknowns with a history now forgotten...
I told you before about these people...
These are my godparents and their only child.
Not related by blood but by a legal bound,
as my father was adopted and this is his step-sister.
I showed you pictures of their wedding [in 1956] here that I found in my father's things.
I don't know for sure where they got married,
but I know for a fact they lived for many years in Sept-Iles (Seven Islands, Qc).
I think he drove a cab for a while,
and I know he handled security also for a while in a shopping mall.
She owned a fashion boutique.
They then moved to Quebec City in the 1970s.
I've shown you here pictures and postcards of a trip my parents made to visit them in the 1980s,
one I didn't partake in but I also shared memories of a trip I made over there with a friend,
skipping socializing with family altogether to pursue higher purposes.
Truth be told,
I very rarely got to see them for more than a couple of hours here and there
and if they were in town,
I could sit next to them possibly without even realizing we are related.
They have become perfect strangers!!
Behind the picture,
it says this was in April 1959,
for my godfather's birthday,
making him an Aries,
and it also mentions this was shortly after my grandfather's death,
mentioned here before.
for his first birthday in December 1958.
I remember seeing him when I was nine
when I made this trip with my father that I discussed here.
Some of you like those pics taken from a plane of Churchill Falls and all...
and you even made fun of that guy with his poodle!!
So, my cousin...
I was nine and he was four years my senior,
and not very nice to me.
We didn't become best pals,
but he's the one who got me started on smoking...
Export A's if I remember correctly.
That was in Sept-Iles.
When I saw him ten years later in Quebec City,
he was married and had already four children.
I spent my week with my parents at my godparents',
rocking the baby who kept on crying because of a ear infection
and the father couldn't even bother to take care of his own child.
Now do you understand why I didn't seek to see them again?
Not my notion of fun!!
I know he eventually divorced his first wife and remarried,
and had another child [at least] with his second wife...
I don't know what happened afterwards,
nor do I care really...
the classic sailor suit photo!!
A postcard photo stamped in the back,
"John A. Rodriguez, Oct 2nd 1958, Seven Islands, P.Q., Neg # 123062".
I had to do some photoshop to restore it due to printing defects
and a few creases that added up over the years,
a photo long forgotten along many other things at the bottom of a box.
I doubt my father looked at it much...
I gave it its sepia tone as it was originally a B&W picture,
a little faded too.
strangers, not strangers...
It's all a matter of how you define it.
I don't know about their daily life,
nor did they know about mine...
Head out now to
where you may meet other perfect strangers,
introduced by the other contributors.
legitimate Sepians can gather and share info on our Facebook group page.
Have a nice week!!
Since I like to finish things off with a bit of music...
And I did post in the past a picture of perfect strangers,
found in my father's things,
where I spun a whole fictional story...