Posts Tagged ‘memories


#154 down memory lane

154/365 down memory lane, originally uploaded by rosipaw.

Going through my favourite childhood activities for the Daily Shoot made me open the lid of my old piano.

Think of a favorite childhood sport, game, or activity. Make a nostalgic photo today. (@muffett68)

The piano has stood there, untouched for months, if not over a year – as you can see by the dust on the keys. I used to go to piano lessons from the age of 6, when my parents bought this very same piano for me, till I was 15.  I was never really musically talented, I just learned to read the notes and play what was written there. No improvisation or creative skills in me. Still, all those years practising taught me a certain discipline and the appreciation of many classical pieces, and I did enjoy playing. It seems to be a skill – much like cycling or skating, for example – that you will never forget, once learned. Still, I rarely play any more. Our daughter also had a go with the piano but clearly it wasn’t her cup of tea either.

As I had seen hundreds of wonderful piano shots on flickr before, I was at first going to reject this photo, as I thought I couldn’t possibly produce any new angle that would be uniquely mine. In the end, though, I liked this picture, as the dust can clearly be seen there, and the silvery reflections from the window and the golden/coppery bokeh in the background somehow represent the blurry, but bright and happy childhood memories.


#129 happy mother’s day!

129/365 happy mother’s day!, originally uploaded by rosipaw.

A nice day to return home from a long journey. My daughter was waiting for me with a self-picked bouquet of white anemones. This used to be a Mother’s Day tradition when I was young at home, and I passed it on to my daughter. This is the time of large areas of forest white with these flowers. As a young girl I used to get up very early on Mother’s Day to go out and pick them for mum. On a cloudy day, like today, the petals close but soon open up again once you put them into water.

Home sweet home with my nearest and dearest. I couldn’t be happier!


#81 golden memories

081/365 golden memories, originally uploaded by rosipaw.

A very busy beginning of the week from morning till evening, so only had a chance to snap a quick picture at home in the evening. I was staring into empty space for a long time before our chandelier (a family heirloom from my parents’ house) beckoned me to try a picture of the crystals I like very much.

These photos made me quite nostalgic, reminiscing about old times when I was still a teenager at home. There is a Finnish saying “time makes memories golden” – I don’t know if there is an equivalent in English? Just like the lighting in this picture gives the crystals a golden shine.


#29 sweet memories

029/365 sweet memories, originally uploaded by rosipaw.

“Sugar, spice, and everything nice. Make a photo of something sweet today.”

This was the Daily Shoot assignment for today. I ended up with this seasonal cafeteria shoot of traditional Finnish ‘pulla’ – cardemum spiced buns. We Finns are amonst the keenest coffee drinkers in the world. And an almost inseparable companion for a cup of coffee here is a ‘pulla’ of some sort. There are different varieties for special celebrations, like these ones for Shrove Tuesday in February. On that day, the tradition is to go sledging, and then have a hot drink with these filled buns afterwards. First you cut the top of the bun off, then fill it either with almond paste or jam and lots of whipped cream, and put the cut-off piece as a ‘hat’ on top. Heavenly!

The art of ‘pulla’ baking is passed on from mother to daughter. My sweetest memories from my childhood are about grandmother visiting us. She would bake buns while we kids were at school, and entering through the front door in the afternoon, we were greeted by the deliciously tempting smell in the staircase. For our working mother, Saturday was ‘pulla’ baking day – almost weekly. She was the real ‘pulla’ master! She knew how to bake the most scrumptious buns I have ever tasted in my life. Luckily, I managed to learn the skill from her, phase by phase, and write it all down. Over the years, I too have mastered the process, and now it’s my turn to teach this tradition to my daughter.

All through my life, the smell of freshly baked buns has equalled ‘home sweet home’, and it still does. It’s amazing how strongly smell sensations can evoke memories that may go back many years – even decades.


June 2020

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