|From September 2014|
This mirror hung at my Uncle Will and Aunt Jane's home. (They raised my father - in Versailles.) Uncle Will used it to shave with every day. After he died and my mom hung it in our house, she used to expect to see his face looking out of it. I don't think she ever did. I haven't.
Now, it has hung in this spot at the bottom of our stairs for 40 years. I am not a big mirror person myself, but I have looked into it before leaving for the homecoming dance, or trick-or-treating, or the prom. And, wayyyy back when, I stood here and shot a selfie (before they had a name) to mail to my boyfriend (after waiting days or weeks to have the film processed) - because back then kids, there were no digital cameras and there was no internet…
I wanted to recreate it and I'd let you be the judge of my success, but my computer is developing Alzheimer's disease about some of my old photos, and while I can see the thumbnail in i-photo, I cannot open it, let alone upload it.