I’ve been away from my 642 Things to Write About book for too long! But alas, tonight I have returned to it, and so, I present you with today’s Thing.
The eleventh topic is: Tell a complete stranger about a beloved family tradition.
My answer:
First, you have to know my mom. When I was growing up, she was always there with a camera. To capture every moment. And then to fabricate some more to capture, when the regular fam was just not interesting enough. There were poses. The every 5 years you take a picture in the same spot pose, the first day of school pose (every September) and the whole family with their hands on the police car to look like they’re being arrested pose. Wait, what? Yes. That was a pose in my family. Now, as my mom fabricated some pictures to make what might have been a boring day look like a really eventful one, I have been known to fabricate memories. So, we have no way of knowing whether or not this happened as much as my mind says it did. But anyway. Let’s go through the process.
So, we travelled a lot when I was a kid, and with travelling comes new customs, new rules and… new police cars? I guess my mom was really into different countries’ cop cars: how they looked, what side the steering wheel was on, you know, the stuff that interests tourists. I don’t know why she was so interested in them, none of us kids nor she or my dad have ever been arrested (as far as I know…) so I’m not sure where this fascination came from. Either way, it was there. And we had to accept the tradition: if there was a police car, there was going to be a photo. No questions asked. Everything we said could be and was used against us at dinner.
Anyway, we would have to pose with all of us, hands against the car in an altogether awkward stance. So, to prove this happened at least once, I found an example:
I don’t think any of us other than my mom were ever happy about these specific poses. You can see by our strained smiles (mine is fourth from the left, complimenting my striped tights) that we’re all just feeling weird. But you know, it was family. It was strange, and people were staring, and the cop was probably wanting to get into his car, but it was my family, and looking back, I’m proud of this excruciatingly awkward tradition.
So, years later when I am a criminal famous for exploiting family traditions through photography, you might visit my Wikipedia page and see this picture, with the caption, “This is where it all started.”
RJ
Sources:
Bronson, Po. 642 Things to Write About. San Francisco: Chronicle, 2011. Print.