When the box of old Kodachrome slides arrived last summer, my sister thought it was just another relic of the past that wouldn't amount to much. But I couldn't help but be intrigued by the transparencies that my camera-crazy father had so meticulously documented in dozens of photo albums. The promise of a glimpse into our lives before smartphones wasn't enough to pique my interest, however; it was only when technical curiosity got the better of me and I set up an iPad as a makeshift lightbox to view the slides.
It was a particular image that caught my eye - a shot of my mother standing on the tarmac at Heathrow airport with me. We were about to board an Air India plane to Kolkata, marking a significant milestone in our family's history. What struck me most about this picture wasn't just the vibrant colour palette, but rather the wealth of details that seemed to tell a story all their own.
My father had arrived in Glasgow from India in 1958 to finish his medical training, and it was during this trip that he met my mother, who would later become a nurse at the same hospital. This particular photo captures a moment when my mother was meeting her in-laws for the first time, while I was introducing myself to my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
The image is remarkable not just because of its age but also due to its telling details. My mother looks stylishly elegant, as one might expect, with an air of distant contemplation on her face - it's almost as if she'd rather be somewhere else than waiting for my father to take the perfect shot. Meanwhile, I'm engaged in a heated competition with another small child, a moment that I recall with vivid discomfort from my early days as an only child.
As I continued to sift through the slides, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The family's story unfolding before me was like watching a monochrome world come alive in Technicolor - it was as if Dorothy had finally found her way back to Kansas after being swept away by the tornado that took her from a life of monotony.
In retrospect, I appreciate the skill and talent required to have created these pictures, and now I find myself drawn to geeky websites about vintage projectors and colour transparency photography. The experience has reignited an old flame - the desire to explore my family's history through images - and I'm more than happy to share it with others by setting up a makeshift slideshow.
It was a particular image that caught my eye - a shot of my mother standing on the tarmac at Heathrow airport with me. We were about to board an Air India plane to Kolkata, marking a significant milestone in our family's history. What struck me most about this picture wasn't just the vibrant colour palette, but rather the wealth of details that seemed to tell a story all their own.
My father had arrived in Glasgow from India in 1958 to finish his medical training, and it was during this trip that he met my mother, who would later become a nurse at the same hospital. This particular photo captures a moment when my mother was meeting her in-laws for the first time, while I was introducing myself to my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
The image is remarkable not just because of its age but also due to its telling details. My mother looks stylishly elegant, as one might expect, with an air of distant contemplation on her face - it's almost as if she'd rather be somewhere else than waiting for my father to take the perfect shot. Meanwhile, I'm engaged in a heated competition with another small child, a moment that I recall with vivid discomfort from my early days as an only child.
As I continued to sift through the slides, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The family's story unfolding before me was like watching a monochrome world come alive in Technicolor - it was as if Dorothy had finally found her way back to Kansas after being swept away by the tornado that took her from a life of monotony.
In retrospect, I appreciate the skill and talent required to have created these pictures, and now I find myself drawn to geeky websites about vintage projectors and colour transparency photography. The experience has reignited an old flame - the desire to explore my family's history through images - and I'm more than happy to share it with others by setting up a makeshift slideshow.