|San Antonio De Pichincha, Ecuador. The equator, the centre of the earth. Back when our family was six not ten.|
We lost a whole heap of our family photos, and a lot of the memories that go with them, around 15 years ago. And they were in storage with my dad for years before that too. Losing them? Well that's a huge story in itself. But my younger brother Josiah has taken it upon himself to take old slides over to my dad's place. Together they have worked at bringing all those old photos out into 2015 formatting. So today a whole bunch of them showed up on our family's Facebook page.
Charisma, Melissa and baby Jess (me)
|My mum and me in Church in Ecuador -1982|
|My sister Melissa wishing that was her puppy|
Melissa getting coconut with Dad
|Rocking my mullet (Yes! I finally have proof). Hanging out in the Ecuadorian Mountains somewhere?|
|Melissa and her missionary mullet friend. What? Didn't everyone have one?|
There's this photo of this little girl looking out from the log on the beach in Vancouver. At first glance we all think it's me. But when you zoom in you see the little girl has Vanessa's eyes and cute button nose. We are 2 years apart but everyone always thought we were twins. We really loved that for a time, like when we were little and best-friends. She told me she looked up to me so much that she liked when people thought that. Until she didn't anymore because we were now adolescents hitting puberty. I was just the older sister who was always telling her off for her messy room, or the mouldy apples she left under the bed. There was a distance that grew between us because of the pain we both felt from being abused, and neither of us knew a way out. Now I'd be proud to be called her twin. But it took a lot of work on both our parts to heal those damaged parts of our relationship and call each other friend again.
|Mum in the traditional dress of the Otavalo, Ecuador|
|When my missionary parents had furloughs in Canada we would live in an elderly people's Community.|
Melissa and Charisma
The three older Morris sister (of the eight Morris kids) are busy on facebook right now sharing old memories. Most of the time my oldest sister Charisma needs to set us straight, or my mum pipes up. Already I feel closer to my two older sisters just by looking at these photos and having this to share. Almost as good as being able to sit on the couch and go through an old photo book with them...
|Look at me having fun at a waterpark that I have no memory of - haha|
Thank you Josiah for giving us this gift of happy memories! Absolutely priceless.
[ More Family history in this post - My Father Broke His Restraining Order]