A life review in... 30 min.

Recently I had a chance to see a lot of albums of an old woman. Which has almost 90 years...
Amazing to see photos which have 80 years old... And look as new :)
      A little girl of 4-5 years old in black boots as in '20s -'30s was in fashion for kids and a cute dress... Staying on a high chair at photo studio...
    Then , the same face at 20 years old, a young woman with a cute hair as in '40s was as fashion... Stylish.
    A wonderful wedding photo in which the man looks as his wife with a look which says a lot... He stayed by her all their life, until he was passed away... But the same "love look" in all pictures... He really loved her, indeed. I believe that they had a wonderful life together. And so many years :)
      Some kids.... Little boys with their mom... But it was the Second World War time.   Hitler was made the rules in all German lands... Fact is that in the following pictures there was no kids anymore, but a little sadness... Who knows what happened...
Images with Berlin in war... Buildings.Pieces of photos... People. It was real...
     But , some momens which I saw only in movies : ladies with cute hats as in '50s , not only her, but her friends and family too :) And dresses .... And towns pictures. Trams, cars, old shops, all as in that time...
    I always liked "time travelling theme"... In movies (which I saw 2-3 or 4 times),  in books, in stories...
      It comes the '60s! The Sylvester as they say here. Revelion in Romania and I don't remember it's name in English... A, The New Year Night :)
Parties, people, towns photos, old buildings.... Other trams, cars... Amazing.
       Where is the button of my time machine?  :)) I need one!
Then in '70s-'80s, having other faces.... The same persons, happy ones, but at a certain age :)
The shops... In our country (Romania) started Ceausescu period when the shops were always selling "nothing" and we wait (as children, too) , in front of the shop to come something to buy... No matter what :)
But here, here was no problem at all... Meat, all sorts of fruits, bread which seams so fresh...Cool!

     Dear friends who read my blog... I have seen her mother as a young and cute woman and just some moments later she was old... Staying near her family, celebrating 86 years. Her daughters and her son at a certain age too... White hair to her an to her older daughter... All are smiling :) Why not ?
And she lived almost 100 years! It missed only 3 months to celebrate her centenary... Amazing and long life !
        Then I visited the sister, these days... The cute woman becoming an old woman which can't walk anymore.... Not without a special wheels chair.
What is life? I think to this theme often... We have a life which we have to live nice. To make what we like more! To walk, if we wish. The read,, to play no matter the age... To talk to other and change impressions.
To be as happy can be a person. We make our life, we took decisions, destiny create the chances but we decide the way wrong or good :)
Better the good one...
      We see pictures, old pictures. Memories on a piece of paper :)
In modern times, on cd-s or harddisks... But memories too.
And video memories...
      If I can see the images from these old pictures in movement !
In Austria there are a lot of tv shows about the 100 years from the First World War, Sarajevo etc... 1914-2014. And they present movies (no sounds) with images from that time! Believe me, amazing times. 100 years ago!!
       So, in the end of this travel in time I wish that sometimes to can show you the little girl with black boots , the photo since 1928... Maybe you can make an image of the little blond girl of that time and now... the old women which goes to 90 years. What a life!

Enjoy all what you do ! Maybe this is the secret of a long life... Being content if what you create here on Earth :)

Good bye! Take good care of you and your loving family !

Me, just me.... But not sad, just content :)

"CD"...

Just an imagination...

Statea in parc. Pe bancuta cea veche pe care statuse de atatea ori in tinerete... Trecuse asa de mult timp? Cum au trecut anii oare?

     Era tot ea, desigur. Dar cu alte ganduri, experiente. Ce mica era atunci... Avea doar 27 de ani. Nu se poate spune ca era chiar mica, dar ei ii placea sa creada asta mereu.
     Veneau aici ei doi... Obisnuiau sa se plimbe seara prin acest parc. Pasarile cantau mereu. Probabil ca se bucurau si ele de fericirea celor doi. In fiecare anotimp parcul arata diferit si ... totusi era acelasi. Pomii, aleile. Primavara aveau flori de cires parfumate si superbe. Apoi sutele de mici fructe rosii ce stateau sa fie culese de trecatori... Si venea si anotimpul in care frunzele deveneau ruginii, ca tamplele ei ce se schimbau pe zi ce trecea... Iarna, era deja altceva. Zapada asternuta pe toti pomii de pe aleea din parc ii aduceau aminte de copilarie. Cu joaca de-a bulgarasii.
    Amintirile veneau si nu incerca sa le opuna nici un gand. Era vremea lor. Asculta cu mare drag concertul mierlelor de langa ea. Nu le vedea , dar ascunse printre ramuri ele incantau trecatorii cu trilurile lor fermecatoare.
Oare el unde e acum? Tot la clubul de sah, poate. I-a spus unde va fi in dupa-amiaza asta speciala...
         Tineri, frumosi, plini de energie vivanta... El o privea mereu cu ochi ocrotitori, voia ca mereu sa ii fie bine. Cand dragostea da tarcoale unor tineri frumosi nimic nu le sta in cale. Un sarut furat sub ciresul de pe aleea principala... O imbratisare fugara. Toate inca le simtea... Ca si cum locul acela le pastrase pentru ea ca un fel de arhiva cu multe CD-uri "salvate" fiecare la locasul lui. Locul CD-ului ei era la litera I de la iubire. Azi arhiva s-a deschis si i-a reamintit tot... Frumosi ani.

       Copiii au crescut. Ei isi vedeau de viata lor deja de ceva anisori. Si precis fiecare dintre ei avea aici in "arhiva" un CD frumos. Plin de iubire si amintiri frumoase. Aici venea cu ei si cand era mititei. Se jucau, alergau fericiti. Unul mititel, in carucior, iar celalalt ceva mai marisor. O fetita ce se juca cu fratiorul mai mic. Asa e de cand lumea: fetitele isi ajuta mamica daca au un micut bebelus acasa... Ca o papusica ce are nevoie de mai multa dragoste si grija.
    Ea isi amintea cum era atunci. Isi amintea si cum au venit pe lume si cu cata dragoste s-a ocupat de ei. Stia ca sunt ani ce nu trebuie uitati. Niciodata.
    
     Uite-l in zare. Era tot el. Printul ei cel frumos. Nu a uitat ca azi e ziua lor. Ehe, anii au trecut si peste el. Dar tot privirea aceea o are. Aceiasi ochi frumosi, cu linia specifica ce ii inconjura. Parca mereu razand catre ea... Acei ochi ce au adus iubirea si in ochii ei.
    Nu mai avea acelasi pas grabit ca pe vremuri dar venea bucuros catre draga lui sotioara... Flori frumoase stateau stinghere in mana lui. La fel ca atunci, la 28 de ani...
 
    Un sarut furat pe fuga, o imbratisare tandra. Asta era tot ca atunci. Simtea ca a avut o viata implinita. Ca ceea ce au trait ei putea fi descris in zeci de volume...

     Intr-o zi le va scrie... Va fi atunci cand parcul va avea culoarea tamplelor ei albe si ea va putem sa povesteasca despre locuri frumoase si experiente la fel de frumoase, tuturor ce vor dori sa afle...

   Frumos, frumoasa, cuvintele pereche ce li se potriveau lor si tuturor celor din jur... Mierlele erau de acord cu ce gandea ea. Cantau vesele.

     Pe aceeasi banca... sau o alta noua. Dar in acelasi loc incantator si linustit. Acolo isi revedeau ei intreaga colectie de CD-uri povestind si nu numai...