![]() But I also saw scribbling and writing on the backs of buildings and garage doors sometimes a piece of crude artwork. I saw open garbage cans filled with junk and rotting food I saw rats scurrying out of the way, having their lunch disrupted by the scraping of gym shoes on the cinders, making a crunching sound as I walked past. I saw things people threw out and, as I walked down the cinder strewn path, I was able to look into the back yards of some buildings and see swings and bushes and toys left out overnight. I guess it was more interesting than walking on a sidewalk on the street. Peace.Īs a pre-teen, I walked down many an alley. It is sad, at least to me, future generations will not have this privilege. A few images I have do have names so I can share that moment of time with Sarah, Thuy, Asako or “Uncle” Fred. I view these photographs not as someone I do not know, but rather a distant relative in the family of humankind whose name has been lost to me. I had been rewarded with most interesting images whose participants have no name or history other than they once existed and the black and white photo represents that moment in time when an experience was shared. I have on occasion gone back at the end of a sale to make an offer on the box of photos and albums no one wanted. We share our happy times at the restaurant or bar but it is momentary as far as the images go for they will be erased to make room for the next event.įor years I have collected vintage images by going to estate and garage sales when families discard the portraits of family and relatives they no longer know or care about. This is true in general as we see folks getting together for an event but spending more time on their phones texting and sharing. We lost the intimate social aspect of life. We lost something along the way to better technology. No longer the fuzzy, out of focus images with heads cut off and faded colors. No more the bulky family albums we used to pull out of the bookcase and spread on the table to look at grandparents and childhood pictures. Today, family photos of relatives, vacations, fun time with the kids, are all in file on the iphones and pads. Hard copy images have become a thing of the past and rather than a personal collection, you will view them on specialty sites or order discs with enhanced images from the past. Vernacular photography will have become obsolete.Įxisting photographs of generations before will have increased dramatically in price and be available to the few who can afford such an antique collection of 200-300 year old images. You will not experience the discovery of a unique image of a child and its pet or favorite toy. You will not be able to rummage through a shoe box or album of photos. All our photographs are now digitized and stored on hard drive or discs. There will be basically no hard copy photographs. Ray Bradbury wrote a classic short horror story about this game called “The October Game”.Fifty years from now, people will not have the pleasure of going though old photographs at a flea market, garage sale or antique mall. Then they can have fun guessing which food was used for each of the body parts. To warn and haunt the place of his birth.Īt the end, you can reveal that what they were feeling was only different types of food. ![]() His head, once crowned with locks so fair You can use grapes for eyeballs, spaghetti for brains, a tomato for a heart, dried peaches for ears, corn silk for hair, sweetcorn for teeth, sausages for fingers and a stuffed glove for a hand. Using food for body parts, you pass them around to the children. Then you tell them they are going to feel the chopped up body parts. Ever since then, his ghost has haunted the area. When they found his body, it was chopped up into tiny pieces. To begin, you tell them a short scary story about an old man who was murdered in a field not far from where you live. To play the Body Parts game, you turn out the lights and have the kids gather around in a circle. Then, using different foods for props, like grapes for eyeballs and spaghetti for brains, you get the kids to touch and feel them in the dark. You tell a ghost story about a dead man whose body was chopped up into pieces. The story is also known as “Poor Joe”, “Tragic Sam”, “The Miserly Man”, “The Dead Man”, “Dead Man’s Guts” and “A Man Named Brown”. ![]() Body Parts is a scary Halloween story game to play at parties.
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