I came across an old wedding photo the other day and thought that it was interesting to compare it with one from my son's recent wedding:
April 2007
This old photo (below) is the wedding party for the marriage of my husband’s grandparents in London, 1899. Sadly no one thought to write the names of the participants on the back, so we only know the names of the bride and groom (pictured centre left).
Little did they know what lay ahead.
Tragically the bride and groom were both killed, many years later in the second World War: in a particularly heavy bombing raid (16th April, 1941) during the London blitz, the family home was bombed. (My husband’s father was blinded, but husband (then aged 5) and his mother were protected by a wardrobe which tipped over and sheltered them from falling debris.)
The members of the party all look rather severe - probably because of the long exposure time for photography in those days.
2 comments:
That's great. The comparison of the photos gifts the picture that doesn’t fades in time, but reveals the magnificence of the comprehension of the sacredness of the moment that doesn’t depend on the outward outlook of our environment, but opens the door into the eternities - the spiritual value. That is much more worthy than knowledge of the right spelling of our concrete names
Thank you, Tomas
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