
It had been eighteen months since Jean’s parents were killed in a skiing accident in Utah. Their deaths left her alone with no family except for her mother’s estranged younger sister Gloria who lived halfway around the world. When the accident happened, Jean thought of reaching out to Gloria in Australia but she had no way of contacting her. Besides, too many years and no love lost between her mother and aunt dissuaded her from even trying.
Jean could no longer put off the job of cleaning out her parent’s house. She packed up all their clothes as a donation to the Salvation Army and arranged for a pick up. On the floor of her mother’s now empty bedroom closet she discovered a large shoe box; it was full of old family photos.
Jean ignored the box for a few days until curiosity got the best of her. She carried it into the living room, poured herself a glass of wine and started going through the photos. There were the typical family images of her grandparents, her parents and herself – nothing terribly special or interesting.
Jean was about to put the cover back on the box when she noticed a manilla envelope at the very bottom. She pulled it out, unwound the string that kept it closed and emptied the contents onto the coffee table. All that slipped out was a clear plastic sheath from a photo album. There were six pockets on both sides of the sheath and each pocket contained a photo. Twelve images were visible – six on one side and six on the other.
Sipping her wine, Jean examined the photos. The first one was of her mother and Gloria; the remaining photos were only of Gloria. Jean didn’t recognize the place where the photos had been taken and no one else was there. It didn’t take long for Jean to notice that Gloria was pregnant; in each photo her belly appeared larger and larger. The final two photos were of Gloria cradling an infant in her arms. Something made Jean remove those two photos from their plastic covering; written neatly on the back in her mother’s handwriting was “Gloria with her daughter, Jean”.
Jean slowly placed her glass on the table. Of course! It all made sense. That would explain why there were never any photos of her own pregnant mother, no photos of her proud father with his hand on her mother’s expanding belly, no photos of any other children. And, of course, there was the sudden disappearance of Gloria. Jean was an only child and Gloria – the woman she believed to be her aunt – was actually her mother. And who was her father? Jean was sure it could not be the man she thought of as her father; she always believed she never bore even the slightest resemblance to him. She was the spitting image of her mother and her aunt but now, looking at these old photos, she wasn’t so sure. Her whole life felt like a lie.
Jean was reeling with this new information. She paced the room thinking of what she should do next. She briefly wondered what time it was in Australia; she didn’t care. She needed answers. She searched through her mother’s address books until she found a listing for Gloria; who knew after all this time if the number was still the same? It had been 24 years since those photos were taken; she hesitated for a second, then dialed the number.
Her call was answered on the first ring.
NAR © 2023
✨️👏🏻✨️ Nancy ✨️👏🏻✨️
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Thanks so much, David! 💫
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I’ll never understand why people think they can deceive someone, and then keep all the evidence in a box on the closet floor.
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File it under “It seemed like a good idea at the time”.
There are probably plenty of people having that discussion with their psychologist right now! 😂
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Excellent story Nancy.
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Thank you so much, Gabriela!
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My pleasure hon. I hope you are well.
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Yes, I’m doing well and hope the same for you! 🩶
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Great hon. I am well too.
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I’m going to guess this is a case where the person she thought was her aunt was actually a surrogate mother for her sister then had to leave the country because she didn’t want to give up the baby as promised. Maybe they never told her because they didn’t want her to go to OZ.
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Good premise, Chris.
I, being somewhat more cynical by nature, believe Jane’s father fooled around with both sisters but only Gloria was able to get pregnant. When their dirty deed was discovered, a deal was struck: Gloria would leave Jane with her lover and his wife (her sister) and live in anonymity in the Land of Oz.
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OH! Yeah that makes sense! That dirty bum!
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Those old secrets, waiting to find the light of day.
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And we all have them!
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Wow! What an interesting story Nancy. Thanks for joining in.
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Thanks, Sadje! It was great fun coming up with something!
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You’re most welcome
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Very good twist, photographs always lead to intriguing tales.
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Thanks, Deb. Going through a box of photos is a great way to spend an afternoon. Guaranteed laughs and a few tears.
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Ringo must have redone the vid at some point – possibly did he re-release the song after George died? – because I saw what was presumably the original version on the Seventies channel just the other say.
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Photograph was originally released in 1973. This is not the original video; it’s a take-off on one of George’s videos and was also produced by George.
I guess you enjoyed the vid more than the story 🤣
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The original vid was bland in comparison. But any vid at all in those days was a big thing.
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Clean house before departure, I say.
SCB served nicely, cara.
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Always, even when it’s just a short layover!
Grazie, caro ⚾️
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