12/01/2013

my Grandad..

If you read my blog then you might know that over Christmas my Grandad sadly passed away. I don't usually share such personal stuff on the blog but for some reason I want to right now.   Sadly I lost both my Grandads last year. They both lived up in Liverpool (where I was born) along with the rest of my family and growing up we made trips up to see everyone a few times a year. As an adult I didn't see them as much as I wanted to/should have and my other Grandad, who I hadn't seen for a little while, passed away before I got a chance to see him. Weirdly it was around the same time last year.. as I'd just won Best Photographer in the Wedding Ideas awards and my Mum told me that Grandad had been told before he died and had been really proud. This still makes me so incredibly happy and so sad all at the same time.

 With this Grandad I feel lucky that we had made the trip up to Liverpool just before Christmas so I have two very special visits in my memory. My Grandad was a complete character. He liked to make things and to paint things.. to as far back as when my Mum was little. I remember my Mum told me that he made her an ice rink in the back garden.. he made my Nan an exercise bike and the pedals hit the floor as they went round... he made himself some stilts.. he had roller blades (that he adapted of course).. and everything.. and I mean everything.. was covered in parcel tape. He loved to paint and would paint portraits of my Nan.. our dog, George Best (he looked a little ape-like).. and of course the Mona-Lisa.. who we discovered was given a smile in red paint only recently. His armchair was at a 90 degree angle to the tv so he had to completely turn his head to watch it but he never changed it.. and he could tell you who was shooting and kissing who in any Western. At my 21st birthday we all went to the pub and as he left he threw up in the bush outside.. he'd had about 5 pints of Guiness and 2 whiskeys but "It must have been that cheese sandwich that did it".  The first time Pete met him.. within 5 minutes he had shown Pete his foot.. and every single time I left whether I was 10 or 29 he always stuffed a tenner in my hand.

I have so many fond and funny memories of him and through my whole life... him and his house have been a constant.. he is my family.. the house is my family history. It hadn't actually changed much at all from when my Mum was a child but now all that is going to change. The house is council owned so it has to be cleared, given back and then they will renovate it for a new family.. so I wanted to take some photographs.  I needed to.. I wanted to capture everything.. my Mum's Captain Pugwash wallpaper that is still on the wall, the red hallway carpet that used to be in our family home but was later given to Grandad, the view from the landing window that my Mum used to look out on to the road when she was waiting for my dad when they were courting, his kitchen filled with bits and bobs that felt so huge when I was little, the baked beans that a member of the church had kindly given.. and he then gave to us as "I don't like Baked Beans", his pipe that he would fill with tobacco and then would use about eight matches to light, all the trinkets around the house that me and my sister would play with for hours when we were little, the clock on the wall that he was given from Ford as a retirement gift, his paint box, the calendar he marked off everyday, the zimmer frame that he had added a little tray to so he could bring things in from the kitchen, his clothes neatly folded drying above the cooker.. every little thing is so important..  and I don't want to ever forget..


18 comments:

  1. I believe that no memory should ever been forgotten. It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, everything we ever face defines us in some way.

    Sorry to hear about the loss, stay strong, Emma!

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  2. I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, Emma. These pictures are beautiful and so personal, they will be so important to you as time passes.

    A few years ago I did a college photography project on my grandmothers, just as one was moving into a care home. Her house was empty and it was so sad taking the photos, as I knew she would never be going back. They both died not long after the project and the photos are so meaningful to me now. I would post them but I am embarrassed about the quality!

    Anyway, this post reminded me of a series which inspired me at the time, Days with my Father by Phillip Toledano: http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/

    Lots of love to you and your family xx

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  3. this is so beautiful. so completely and utterly beautiful xxxx

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  4. Such a beautiful and poignant collection of images and wonderful way to hold on to memories of your grandad. X

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  5. Your post made me well up.. remembering my own grandparents in your words. A wonderful tribute Emma. The images are so delicatly true.. love them x

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  6. aww Em, what a lovely but sad post. thank you for sharing it with us. i think the photos made me even more emotional than your words - all those little details so beautifully captured. you are such an artist and i love ya.

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  7. Very beautiful and very sad it makes me think of my nan who passed away last year it was our first Christmas without her. I still have an African violet plant she gave me the last time she came to dinner at our house every time I see it, it reminds me of her. I wish I had photographs like this of her home but she had to go into a nursing home very quickly so we didn't have time.

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  8. i love this, so sad x i did a similar thing for my husbands nan but unfortunately the house was empty http://www.tumblr.com/blog/catregan

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  9. What a beautiful tribute to your Grandad.

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  10. Your photographs are so beautiful. I don't think anyone else could take photographs of carpeted stairs and make you think of all the people who must have run up and down those stairs over the years. You give photographs a soul, without trying to sound cheesy, it's an amazing talent. x

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  11. Terrific Emma. So touching. And hits home with my own Grandad. I have some images of last time I visited too. Little parts of his house that will stay with me for years. Love this. As ever. xx

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  12. Beautiful work! Reminds me so much of Marjolaine Ryley's Villa Mona series.

    - graeme

    http://www.graemefullwod.blogspot.com
    http://www.liferelease.blogspot.com

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  13. These photographs are so moving; I love the way they paint a wonderful portrait of your grandad, even without him being physically present.

    I'm so sorry for your loss.

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  14. Beautiful. This post really touched me as I'm so close to my Grandad. Thinking of you and your family xxx

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  15. This really had me thinking about my own Grandad Emma.

    All those images in some way or another whisked me back to my grandad's house... Silly things like the 'D' batteries on the window sill that nobody would ever need in todays world, but grandad had them or the phone with the massive numbers so he could easily make calls.

    I'm sorry for your loss, it was a touching tribute to him and I thank you for bringing all those memories back for me too.

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  16. There's something very quiet and moving about these images. What William Eggleston called the 'poetic snapshot.' Always harder than it looks. x

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  17. These images are so beautiful ~ quiet and still yet full of character at every turn.

    I bet your grandad was a wonderful man. I'm sorry for your family's loss.

    ps. I find it utterly fascinating that he ticked each day off his calendar!

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  18. Oh Emma, I could sit and look at these for hours. so special hon and such treasured memories xxx

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