During the search for an old snapshot of mom to use for yesterday’s Mothers Day blog post, I continued shuffling through envelopes containing old snapshots that I shot many years ago. The photos were taken long before the advent of affordable digital photography being made available to the general public.
I decided to share a few images of close friends because why not? Also, May is National Photography Month. While trying to determine which photos to share, I couldn’t stop grinning throughout the process. These folks have brought great joy to my life.
I met Diane in college when we were assigned as study partners in Psych 201. She lived on campus in a dorm and I lived off campus in a basement apartment (pictured in this Kodak 110 Pocket Instamatic photo). We helped each other with homework and developed a close, sibling-like friendship. We maintained our friendship long after graduation. Diane married and had children. She continued to call me her “big brother” whenever we visited each other. She was locally “famous” for her homemade baklava. She made a pan of it for me to share with friends on Christmas each year. She died of a heart attack a few years ago. Our friendship spanned 42 years.
I’ve written about my close pal, roommate, and former coworker, Doug a few times in the past on this blog. He was the technical engineer at KTCH AM and FM when we were both employed there. I had a different snapshot of him in mind to share with you, but I’ve lost track of it. This Kodak Pocket Instamatic Kodacolor image was shot in our shared Quonset hut apartment. (I cropped our visitor’s image out of the photo because I do not have permission to use it publicly.) Doug and I were good friends until we drifted apart in the 1990s due to distance.
Daniel befriended me in 1979 while I attended a local rock concert that Norfolk’s WJAG radio had sponsored. Daniel was a guitarist/singer/songwriter who lived in a small town north of Norfolk, Nebraska. His passion at the time was LGBT activism. We were fairly close for several years until he relocated to Lincoln. This image and the other black and white images were shot with Kodak Tri-X 100 35mm film in a Canon AE-1 camera.
Then there is Felix (or Ron, or Mark depending on your friendship status with him). Felix was a very dear friend and roommate. We met in 1980 and became fast friends and fellow travelers. We remained close even after he moved to Los Angeles. Our friendship lasted until he died on Thanksgiving of 1989. In this photo, Felix was using our kitchen to make home made wine. It didn’t turn out as well as he had hoped.
Through the years, I’ve befriended a few guys named Terry. The Terry in this photo was a neighbor and close pal. We bonded over our shared love of cars and philosophy. In this 1983 photo, Terry is tinkering with his Camaro. I believe we were discussing Buddhism while I kept track of his wrenches. During our chore, I snapped this grab-shot of him. As a side note–we used to have a barber trim our beards during the same appointments because we wanted coordinating facial hair. Good times!
I met Stefan in 1979 and we became boyfriends not long afterwards. We enjoyed an on again, off again partnership until 1998, when he relocated to central Nebraska. In the summer of 1996, we drove my station wagon to the Black Hills of South Dakota. We rented a brand new tourist cabin near Keystone for a few nights. One morning, I was outdoors shooting scenic Kodacolor photos while waiting for him so we could go out for breakfast.
Thanks for your patience. I really had to share some happy, nostalgic moments with you. Isn’t this part of what National Photography Month is all about?
The Blue Jay of Happiness quotes philosopher, poet, writer, George Santayana. “Do not have evil-doers for friends, do not have low people for friends: have virtuous people for friends, have for friends the best of men.”