Thank you Patti! What a great invention it was . . . so much fun to laugh and make goofy faces in the booth together! It brings back such good memories for me, of Eileen and Vanessa, dear friends from a long time ago. I'm grateful you had Robert and he had you, friends and soon artists who captured of the hearts and minds of so many of us.
My high school boyfriend and I would have little photo shoots in those picture booths. I still find silly adorable puppy love photos pressed in books. By then it cost a dollar or two. I think they’ve more than paid for themselves in smiles.
In Dec 2019, just before Christmas, I took a solo trip out to the desert. There was a copy of Just Kids in the bedside table drawer in the room I rented for the evening. Inside I found a photo strip “bookmark” holding one page and some pressed desert flowers residing in another. I assume the photos were of the person and her friend who had left the book, but we’ll never know. I wrote a little note on another page to add to the communal experience of reading your words. I took a photo of it.
I remember being in the hospital when my sister had her tonsils removed at a very young age. Very young. We went to a photo booth afterwards. Upstate New York, both of us missing baby teeth. I remember something sacred, which I keep to myself, occurring in that hospital. Your post jogged that memory for me, Patti, which means I now have to go and try and find those photos, and have them laminated so I can use it as a bookmark. Thank you.
And like those bottomless cups of coffee, you give us something warm to curve our hands and hearts around, and we breathe in your poignant, fragrent memories. Thank you.
aw i love this! it makes me think of one of my most favourite films, Amelie. Thank you. i love how your writing is so evocative, like i'm right there looking on in person at the images you describe.
I love this post so much!!!! Really wish these cheap photo booths still could exist in days like today. I want so badly to reread Just Kids now. Thank you so much for everything you do Patti ♥️🤍♥️
I used to love twirling the seat to get the right height and then waiting for them to dry when they fell out! 😂 Mmm, technology has taken something away from those days, and I am only 52. But I remember the innocence of the seventies, and in UK the one year passports, of which was my first! Lovely nostalgic writing Patti, thank you for triggering my memories. Lizzie. x
I can feel how much Love is there... Within those little moments, just being silly sometimes... What a great gift is to share everything with your Loved one... I love the way you describe and write, love your voice too. Many thanks for sharing.
this text makes me want to reread "Just Kids". Even though I don't always understand the subtleties of English, I will subscribe. I love you too much to miss your texts and it will allow me to improve in English.
There’s something uniquely poignant about the nostalgia of photobooth photos. I’ve probably lost more than I’ve kept but the ones i have take me instantly back to the flush of first love or the hysterical laughter with school friends. We could never go in a booth without starting to laugh helplessly. Looking at them gives me a much needed laugh today.
Those photos were just a cool ! I just like the story of you and Robert . Something more than love always moves me. Thank you
Thank you Patti! What a great invention it was . . . so much fun to laugh and make goofy faces in the booth together! It brings back such good memories for me, of Eileen and Vanessa, dear friends from a long time ago. I'm grateful you had Robert and he had you, friends and soon artists who captured of the hearts and minds of so many of us.
My high school boyfriend and I would have little photo shoots in those picture booths. I still find silly adorable puppy love photos pressed in books. By then it cost a dollar or two. I think they’ve more than paid for themselves in smiles.
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In Dec 2019, just before Christmas, I took a solo trip out to the desert. There was a copy of Just Kids in the bedside table drawer in the room I rented for the evening. Inside I found a photo strip “bookmark” holding one page and some pressed desert flowers residing in another. I assume the photos were of the person and her friend who had left the book, but we’ll never know. I wrote a little note on another page to add to the communal experience of reading your words. I took a photo of it.
You’re a blessing Patti. 🥀
Hope you are well Patti <3
I remember being in the hospital when my sister had her tonsils removed at a very young age. Very young. We went to a photo booth afterwards. Upstate New York, both of us missing baby teeth. I remember something sacred, which I keep to myself, occurring in that hospital. Your post jogged that memory for me, Patti, which means I now have to go and try and find those photos, and have them laminated so I can use it as a bookmark. Thank you.
And like those bottomless cups of coffee, you give us something warm to curve our hands and hearts around, and we breathe in your poignant, fragrent memories. Thank you.
aw i love this! it makes me think of one of my most favourite films, Amelie. Thank you. i love how your writing is so evocative, like i'm right there looking on in person at the images you describe.
I love this post so much!!!! Really wish these cheap photo booths still could exist in days like today. I want so badly to reread Just Kids now. Thank you so much for everything you do Patti ♥️🤍♥️
I used to love twirling the seat to get the right height and then waiting for them to dry when they fell out! 😂 Mmm, technology has taken something away from those days, and I am only 52. But I remember the innocence of the seventies, and in UK the one year passports, of which was my first! Lovely nostalgic writing Patti, thank you for triggering my memories. Lizzie. x
I loved those old booths git a few of my kids when they were young and loved pulling crazy faces.
I can feel how much Love is there... Within those little moments, just being silly sometimes... What a great gift is to share everything with your Loved one... I love the way you describe and write, love your voice too. Many thanks for sharing.
this text makes me want to reread "Just Kids". Even though I don't always understand the subtleties of English, I will subscribe. I love you too much to miss your texts and it will allow me to improve in English.
Love you Patti 💙☕️❤️
There’s something uniquely poignant about the nostalgia of photobooth photos. I’ve probably lost more than I’ve kept but the ones i have take me instantly back to the flush of first love or the hysterical laughter with school friends. We could never go in a booth without starting to laugh helplessly. Looking at them gives me a much needed laugh today.
Thank you for digging up the memories of those exciting moments back in my youth.
I'll dig these faded treasures back out. You have conjured up vivid memories.
Patti writes so great! You are a sweetheart!