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Few events are as precious, or fleeting, in our lives than that of welcoming a new member to our family. As your precious new child develops and grows in the womb and then is born into our world, he or she is changing rapidly each and every day. Why not celebrate these treasured moments in your family by capturing these images forever in the form of photographs and videos?
As parents ourselves, we understand just how excited and proud you are of this new life that you’ve been entrusted with. We even remember that bit of nerves that you are probably feeling as you hold your children in your arms for the first few times. We know from experience, just how surprised you will be when you first discover how quickly your child changes as the days, weeks and months pile up. Trust us when we tell you how very important it is to capture these candid moments while you can.
As the years go by, our memories may falter, but a durable, high quality photograph can help you to preserve and retain your first treasured moments with your child so that you will have a record that will last a lifetime.
That’s why we offer a full range of professional boutique photographic services to ensure that we can help you to capture and preserve this special time. We are happy to schedule your child’s first filming date while you are still in the hospital, or from the comfort of your own home. We have a full range of mobile backdrops and professional props, and can also use some of your baby’s first toys if you prefer, to make your baby’s photos even more special and meaningful to you and your family.
We offer a full range of packages at very reasonable prices to help you safeguard your child’s first moments as well as offer a secure means of sharing pictures of your child across social media so that other close family members and friends can see just how lovely your child already is. Why not contact us today to discover more about how we can help you to secure the memories of your child’s entry into the world?
Traditionally made from wood, and the more special amongst them handcrafted, perhaps by a special person in one’s life, they kept the most precious of mementoes. Not those that were of any sort of monetary value, but those that held great sentimental worth.
When storage was scarce it was the mementoes of special events; weddings and christenings, or the birth of a child. Often the boxes were given as a gift at any or all of these events.
I think this poem by Maria Mazziotti Gillan succinctly encompasses the specialness of the keepsake box on so many levels.
rising out of it when I opened it. I loved the feel of the
burnished wood under my fingers, the box that would keep my
tender secrets for years. So much in our lives is like that, we
love and love and love an object and then one day
With photographs hard to come by, and saved for exceptionally special occasions, I imagine the boxes would have been the perfect vessel to keep and protect such images and memories.
More recently, the boxes are used for other events that, until only recently, were considerably taboo. Funerals and the memories of treasured people and the sad incidence of still birth and the memory of what could have been can be kept safely encapsulated in a gorgeous wooden box.
If we think of wars long past, the keepsake box may well have been the place to keep a token and reminder, however small, of a person loved and now gone.
This line in the same poem highlights just how valuable items like a keepsake box are, for our memories and to enable us, even for a moment, a reflection of a moment that was so incredibly special to us. It allows us to be in touch with a person we loved, or a moment that we treasured so greatly.
it disappears, and we don’t notice as though there were a
canyon in the middle of the world where all those lost loves
go. It is like that with people too. So now, when I hear your
voice on the phone, that trembling, rasping it has become
Do you have a keepsake box? What do you keep in yours?
The poem quoted can be read here http://www.rattle.com/poetry/the-cedar-keepsake-box-by-maria-mazziotti-gillan/
Retaining memories, especially the good ones, is one of the most wonderful aspects of being human.
Memories, however, fade over time and require a physical or visual reminder to help evoke the feelings, the fun, and the good of the memory.
We know this from our own experiences. There has also been quite a bit of research into the use of photographs and pictures to help those with dementia and Alzheimer’s Disease to recall incidents and stimulate the mind, memories and bran function. Pictures and images do help us to remember, which also explains why they are so precious to us.
Unfortunately, the visual aids are something that are lacking for those with visual impairments. Their memories fade, just like those of the rest of us, yet they have no access to these precious reminders. They lose the memories of those special moments of life; of special occasions, special people, and significant moments.
Just as the language of Braille was created to enable blind people to read and gather information, a company in Singapore, calling themselves Pirate3D, is experimenting with 3D printer technology to provide those unable to see with a ‘touchable memory’.
Essentially, they are reproducing visual images such as photographs, into three dimensional shapes via 3D printing. This provides those who are blind a physical, tangible and touchable ‘image’ which gives them the stimulation required to remember those special moments.
You can read more about the project here, and see the profound impact the three dimensional ‘images’ have on those who cannot see.
It highlights not only the beauty of our memories on our being, but also why keepsakes and reminders are so important to us, and to the memories of the important times in our lives.
Just a line to say I’m living
that I’m not among the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful
and mixed up in my head
I got used to my arthritis
to my dentures I’m resigned,
I can manage my bifocals
but God, I miss my mind
For sometimes I can’t remember
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
If I must go up for something
or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
Have I just put food away, or
have I come to take some out?
And there’s a time when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don’t know if I’m retiring, or
just getting out of bed
So, if it’s my turn to write you
there’s no need for getting sore,
I may think I have written
and don’t want to be a bore
So, remember that I love you
and wish that you were near,
But now it’s nearly mail time
So I must say goodbye, dear
There I stand beside the mail box
with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter
I opened it instead
This is a lovely story that is doing the rounds on social media and coming up to Easter, it feels like the right time to post it for you.
We come into these special seasons expecting them to be full of fun and happiness. It’s our source of future happiness, too.
The problem is that we invest the seasons with so much power to influence our happiness that often we are left feeling “robbed” and disappointed.
That’s why I think we all need to read this story…
Once a group of 50 people were attending a seminar.
Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each one a balloon. Each one was asked to write his/her name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
Now these delegates were let in that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written, within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Now each one was asked to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness.
And this is the purpose of human life.
Is this not what you are looking for?
© Louise Bailey
I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak no more
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.
This is a lovely story which really shows the importance photos play in our lives. Sometimes a photo is all you have to remember someone by but what happens if you don’t have a photo at all?
This is the story of a lady who lost her son shortly after he was born. Zachary Hunter Vince was born June 13th 2008 with big green eyes, chubby cheeks and a congenital heart defect. Zachary’s mother did not have the opportunity to take photos of her child. She was too busy willing him to live.
Now, though Zachary’s Mission, she helps families of children born with critically ill children. One of her special services she arranges is professional photography where the photographer will come to the hospital. If the worst happens, at least the families will now have a visual memory they can hold in their hands.
Find out more here in this video.
Memories can be formed in so many ways and passed from generation to generation. Cave art is a great example of this as stories relating to traditions, myths and legends can be told from the related images. In addition, these images can also be factual as they reflect information at a point in time as highlighted by some aboriginal cave art that could be 40,000 years old that depicts pictures of an extinct giant bird. Follow this link for more information.
The point is that man has always communicated through images and we still do today.
While some of our own images may not be 40,000 years old we certainly have images that can tell some fantastic stories. Our children may produce some art work while at school that relates to a story or event at that point in time. As a parent keeping these images allows the story to live on and are great for reminiscing as your children grow into adults.
The same with photographs that we have that may be from past to current generations. We are all familiar with the saying that a picture paints a thousand words and this is so true with many of the images that are part of our life.
As with cave art we should take special effort to retain many of these images so we can also pass on our stories to our children and allow the history to live on.
I remember when, as a child, we used to tell each other stories about our fathers and their quirky habits. We’d laugh at what other children’s fathers would do or say, thinking them very strange indeed. My father didn’t do that and surely my father knew what fathers should be like. Why weren’t the other dads like him?
Now that I am an adult and I look back to those days and replay the conversations in my mind I laugh to myself at our innocence.
I found this poem about a particular father and it made me laugh as it brought back memories of those conversations of long ago. There is an element of truth in it for many fathers, I think.
My father knows the proper way
The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
We have to hire a man.
My father, in a day or two
Could land big thieves in jail;
There’s nothing that he cannot do,
He knows no word like “fail.”
“Our confidence” he would restore,
Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,
We have to send it out.
All public questions that arise,
He settles on the spot;
He waits not till the tumult dies,
But grabs it while it’s hot.
In matters of finance he can
Tell Congress what to do;
But, O, he finds it hard to meet
His bills as they fall due.
It almost makes him sick to read
The things law-makers say;
Why, father’s just the man they need,
He never goes astray.
All wars he’d very quickly end,
As fast as I can write it;
But when a neighbor starts a fuss,
’Tis mother has to fight it.
In conversation father can
Do many wondrous things;
He’s built upon a wiser plan
Than presidents or kings.
He knows the ins and outs of each
And every deep transaction;
We look to him for theories,
But look to ma for action.
2. Who else will give your boyfriend or girlfriend the intimidating silent stare that means “Don’t you DARE hurt my child”?
3. Who else just has to appear in the background to make bullies slink away with their tails between their legs?
4. Who else tells those silly jokes that make you roll your eyes and groan?
5. Who else gave you that amazing sense of strength and security as you were growing up – the one that made you feel so safe?
We could go on and on because there are many reasons that fathers are so special.
Father’s Day is coming up soon. When you feel too tired to bother finding him a special gift, just remember the happy childhood he gave you and make the effort. These cufflinks would be perfect.
He will love you whether or not you give him a gift but wouldn’t it be lovely to see the smile of delight on his face?