Who? by Lyla Faircloth Ellzey

WHO with photos-13 I search out antique stores with such passion until I think my spirit remains there overnight and converses with the ancient photos I saw that day. I picked up each one and gazed at it longingly, searching for my face in the stern lines of the sepia toned or black and white faces that gazed back at me. I can’t bring myself to purchase one of these treasures and bring it home with me to love. If I did, the next person to gaze at the photos in that particular bin may have been a descendant in search of her ancestor and it may well have been the picture I took home. I couldn’t deny her the opportunity to find a part of herself, while I’m constantly looking to find a part of me.WHO with photos-6

I know there must be photos of my ancient relatives lying in antique stores from Ohio to North Carolina to Georgia to Florida, for it is in these states my ancestors settled.  Orphaned at seventeen, there is much about my family I do not know, from both maternal and paternal lines. So, I search. One day I might find that elusive picture, or pictures, and then I will buy it and take it home with me. I will put it in a special spot and I will treasure it always. It, or they, will be passed on to my children with names written on the back with the familial connection to them. They will know more about their heritage than I. I am a part of  their heritage and the antique photo is as well.

 

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A Poem

WHO? 

I see them there, sitting in their billow-tailed christening dresses.

Expressionless, looking like frozen-faced porcelain dolls.

WHO with photos-1Same – featured older siblings, staring bleakly in their ruffles and pantaloons,

WHO with photos-18Their knee – length trousers and sailor suits, stand stiffly at their sides.

In a high-bosomed, long-skirted black dress with cinched – in waist sits a mother, weary, worn, and cradling one of the unsmiling babies in her shawl-fringed arms.

Her hair part slices her scalp, the lackluster locks swept back into a tight bun,

And her work-roughened hands clutch a white handkerchief, as if in surrender.

WHO with photos-16WHO with photos-14Behind this tableau stands a stern-faced patriarch, old before his time, his face etched with sun-weathered lines, his shiny black suit sleeve is short at his knobby wrist, as he rests his hand upon his mate’s already burdened shoulder.  Solemn, they stare at the man who hides his head beneath a black cloth — and captures their likenesses for all time.

This picture is of whom? These ancient relatives who were once members of

someone’s family? Long forgotten, they now make their home in a bin of similar

WHO with photos-3WHO with photos-17photographs  — way  in the back of  a dusty antique store,  among the refuse of

other people’s lives. Mistreated and forlorn, they lay there with the others, hollow

eyes endlessly gazing out, searching for a family member to take them home.

Who are they, these forgotten ones? Surely someone loved them at one time. How could they end up here unloved and unwanted? Perhaps their destiny is to lie in some stranger’s scrapbook titled “Old Pictures.”  Or to hang on some restaurant wall to be ogled and marveled at.

Old pictures without names.  Old pictures of someone’s mother.  Someone’s grandfather.  Someone’s child.  Who could give away their heritage as if it never was?

WHO?

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About Lyla Ellzey

Lyla Faircloth Ellzey is a child of the South, born in the small town of Bronson, FL. She now lives in Tallahassee, FL where she is involved in acting with the FSU film school students, acting with her retirement village’s theatre group, and serves on the board of the Tallahassee Writers Association. She is a published author with two books available on Amazon.com and is busy writing her third novel. She and husband Frank travel extensively, both domestic and foreign and she has now visited five continents, but she will always maintain her southern roots.
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2 Responses to Who? by Lyla Faircloth Ellzey

  1. Lyla Faircloth Ellzey says:

    Hi Mona,

    Old pictures are amazing things. If you enjoy them, by all means,buy them and take them home and don’t carry a shred of guilt. I have a close friend who has limited her collection to babies, and almost exclusively those in long christening gowns. I simply can’t buy them, but should I ever find a photo of someone who I, or other members of my family, resemble, I will snatch it up and treasure it and tell everyone I think it is a relative from long ago. And then hope that it actually is. Thanks for reading my post. Lyla

  2. Mona Sides Smith says:

    Gosh. Now I’m feeling guilt (make that a bit of guilt) about my fake ancestors hanging on the wall going up my hall stairway. Here, until today, I thought I was rescuing great old portraits that some thoughtless relatives had cast aside. Now … well … oh, well …

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