Posts Tagged ‘Memories’

About 3 to 3 1/2 years ago I took a photo of this little girl and her big cousin. At the time I think she was about 8 to 12 months. It was actually her first summer during the time.


During that time I was just learning my camera, I was still trying to figure out what’s what on my camera. Luckily I got this one right. Now fast forward 3 to 4 years and look who’s all grown up!! I was so shocked to see her. Now she’s talking and everything. She has such a big personality to be so small. And now she has officially turned me old.

Meet Poody




Sorry I didn’t give you a description for this series but my internet was acting up. In this series of photos Willma took me on a tour of her old home which was across from the one they lived in now. When I walked in I loved everything about it. It gave me a real 70’s feel and I felt like I was somewhere where I knew the walls wish they could talk. I knew it had stories, memories, and I found out political history. So, of course, let’s see if my camera help give you what I was seeing from my perspective.


I think I never truly explained my premise behind the Burn/Abandoned Memories series I have been posting lately. Well as I go to work or run errands around Irvington and Newark New Jersey, I’ve noticed these burned or abandoned houses/buildings. I think it sparked my interest because I can remember the first time I seen my old house, which I spent majority of my childhood, boarded up. It hit me hard as a Tyson punch to know that generations grew in this now disregarded home. I feel like we(my family) craved pieces of ourselves in those walls, on those floors, on those steps. At one point it was an image of love, an image of warmth, care, and just….LIFE! I wonder how the people who lived in these homes felt to find out that a part of their lives is destroyed or taken from them. I think we tend to take what we have for granite all the time…UNTIL…it’s taken from us. I was shocked to see so many of these burned/abandon homes in the middle of residential neighborhoods. It gave me this feeling that the main reason they were still up was to show the other homes that this can happen to you.

I hope you enjoy this series because this is exactly how I feel about memories that have been abandon or burned. 

Abandoned Memories

Posted: December 30, 2011 in Q.Whitening Photos
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Weekends were some of the best times growing up for me. On the weekends I would go to my grandmother’s house, which was full of loving relatives, and stay from Friday to Sunday. I had to be at least seven to eight at the time and Saturdays stood out like a sore thumb. Every Saturday my grandparents had their routine of going food shopping. It would take at least forty-five minutes to an hour just to get to ShopRite. What highlighted the ride was the music my grandparents played in the car. It was a mix of 50’s-80’s music station that was being played on the radio. I can remember me in the back seat of a dark blue, four-door, 1984 Fleetwood Cadillac; strapped in listening. The music seemed as if it was knitting a music blanket in my brain. It had me feeling like I was watching a lady on her porch in a rocketing chair, her radio on, and her hand goes up and down, in and out with every thread, creating a music blanket. As I get closer and closer to the porch, I look soul-stirringly into this carefully crafted blanket. I see this collage of music greats sewed together to create memories that has passed through decades of generations. The patterns of Sam Cooke, Nat King Cole, and Ray Charles perfectly woven together with Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye, and Stevie Wonder; all for me. I am sitting in the back of the car, the further my grandfather drives, the more I seep into the music. Until the music just curls me up into a soundless childhood sleep. It’s moments like this one that has been embedded in me to help shape who I am today. As time passes on, the more classic music becomes for us all. The impact of timeless music can and has stored memories that even if you heard them today never gets old. Just think, every time you hear a certain song it just takes you away, puts you right in that happy, sad, or even angry moment of time. Whatever music blanket that is in your brain’s mental storage, is there for a specific reason. Whether hard times or good times, the life-long memories that music has created makes life much more valuable to endure.

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