Pat's View: Photographic Memories
By Pat Cashman
The other day, I found an old photograph in a box from my mom’s house---after all, she never threw anything away. She was the type who even saved calendars, figuring that if 1956 ever rolled around again, she’d be set.
But the old photograph really was a keeper: A picture of my great, great Irish uncle. But whether the man was really all that great, great is hard to tell from the image. It shows a solitary figure, in black and white, sitting uncomfortably and unsmiling on a rickety wooden chair. Faded writing on the back of the photo reads: “Maurice Hunt, around 1906. This is the only photograph ever taken of him.”
Phyllis Diller once said that photographs of her always did an injustice because they looked just like her. But when you’ve only got a single image to go by---like the one of my Uncle Maurice---who can say whether it really captures the person?
