Stories, memories and pictures
Old photographs provide a window into the past, keeping family legends alive for future generations.
"Almost all families possess some form of family album. Whether it's a worned shoebox of thumbed images...a fake leather album of gaudy coloured pictures...or a few chosen favourites in a browning old envelope - this is my family...grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins...eternally immortalised in photographic emulsion.
These pictures are emotive of a time and place; images that comment on our personal histories... they tell their own stories.
My maternal grandmother...here, during the war - so young, so vibrant with life shining in her eyes...and my father's Aunt Vera...I can remember her now, she was such a stylish woman in her furs and, when we'd visit, it all would be all gold chocolates with our tea with willow patterned cups.
My great grandfather...Tadcu Parc Gwyn as my mother would call him, failing to keep up with the runners at Coed y Brain Chapel races... and my paternal grandmother, Maud... so splendidly dressed in full Welsh costume.
Yet amongst these treasured memories...amidst the depictions of childhoods, parties, birthdays and holidays, there's a collection of nameless faces; photographs of strangers...
Talygarn anti-pessimists!... anti-pessimists?...who were they?...and why were they optimists?
This stern looking old gentlemen, rigidly posed...was life really so different then?
This old fellow...I'm told his name was Twm Nansi, a travelling minister. He'd call with the family, and if his sermon was good he'd be fed... if it wasn't, he'd go hungry.
...And these two... so miserable in their black and white world - they should have hooked up with the Talygarn anti-pessimists!
And as I include my picture in the album, I'm continuing a tradition...in years to come my children and my children's children can look and stare and imagine what my story was."
Illtud Llyr Dunsford