Growing up during the Depression, my mother learned to stretch a penny. When she started her own family, the frugality continued. Being the youngest cousin, my childhood was full of hand-me-down clothes and toys. We had enough money to manage, as long as we watched those pennies.
After my mother’s death in 2018, I inherited nearly 30 photo albums, along with my grandmother’s diamond wedding ring.
I was surprised that when I showed the ring to a psychic, she told me, “There was money there” and “There was a lot of love in that ring.” There was money there? Not that I knew about. However, my mother hadn’t told me much about her youth. All I knew was that she was one of four siblings who lived modestly.
A couple of months after that discussion, I showed the wedding ring to a different psychic and he contacted my deceased mother. He told me that she had enjoyed a formal lifestyle — “You invite me to dinner and I will take you to the country club.” I listened to more of the messages, but the second time he mentioned the country club, I countered, “My mother wasn’t the formal country club type. My parents never belonged to a country club.”
Messages counter to what I thought I knew, prompted me to pull out my mother’s photo albums. For the last two weeks, I’ve been sorting through the albums and organizing the photos. I focused on the family photos from 1911 to 1990. What did I find? Pictures of my mother’s family strolling the streets of Brooklyn in lovely coats and beautiful hats. I found photos of weekends in the country and at the beach. I found photos of big parties and striking outfits. This was the Depression?
The mother I knew never went to a country club. The woman in the photos went to country clubs and Catskill resorts. She had tons of friends and several boyfriends. I never knew this woman. I knew the woman who had a long marriage to my father and who lived frugally, but still managed to travel the world. I haven’t put much time into those photos -- my parents’ trips to Portugal and Africa and Egypt. Riding camels, going on safaris. None of those photos were part of my life. I was not invited on those expeditions. That’s okay. I had my own life.
Talking to the psychics opened my eyes to the truth, as shown in the photos, of my mother’s youth. These hints, confirmed by the photos, have reframed my understanding of her life. I appreciate the psychics’ clues and the hard evidence.
In some way, as I review these pictures, I feel like I am part of my mother’s Life Review on The Other Side; like I am helping her organize her thoughts. I review. She reviews. We complete this together.
Back to this reality. I have another question: Where did all those photos come from? My mother didn’t take pictures. There are hundreds of photos from the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. Weren’t photos expensive back then? Who gave all these pictures to my mother? On my father’s side, I have a photo of him as a child, a snapshot from his 20s, and a portrait of him in the Army. That’s all.
Anyone else had this kind of experience? Do you have hundreds of photos of someone else’s life? These photos tell stories, but they are not my stories. They can only be told by someone who is now on The Other Side.
Gail
gail@MyPsychicSearch.com
After my mother’s death in 2018, I inherited nearly 30 photo albums, along with my grandmother’s diamond wedding ring.
I was surprised that when I showed the ring to a psychic, she told me, “There was money there” and “There was a lot of love in that ring.” There was money there? Not that I knew about. However, my mother hadn’t told me much about her youth. All I knew was that she was one of four siblings who lived modestly.
A couple of months after that discussion, I showed the wedding ring to a different psychic and he contacted my deceased mother. He told me that she had enjoyed a formal lifestyle — “You invite me to dinner and I will take you to the country club.” I listened to more of the messages, but the second time he mentioned the country club, I countered, “My mother wasn’t the formal country club type. My parents never belonged to a country club.”
Messages counter to what I thought I knew, prompted me to pull out my mother’s photo albums. For the last two weeks, I’ve been sorting through the albums and organizing the photos. I focused on the family photos from 1911 to 1990. What did I find? Pictures of my mother’s family strolling the streets of Brooklyn in lovely coats and beautiful hats. I found photos of weekends in the country and at the beach. I found photos of big parties and striking outfits. This was the Depression?
The mother I knew never went to a country club. The woman in the photos went to country clubs and Catskill resorts. She had tons of friends and several boyfriends. I never knew this woman. I knew the woman who had a long marriage to my father and who lived frugally, but still managed to travel the world. I haven’t put much time into those photos -- my parents’ trips to Portugal and Africa and Egypt. Riding camels, going on safaris. None of those photos were part of my life. I was not invited on those expeditions. That’s okay. I had my own life.
Talking to the psychics opened my eyes to the truth, as shown in the photos, of my mother’s youth. These hints, confirmed by the photos, have reframed my understanding of her life. I appreciate the psychics’ clues and the hard evidence.
In some way, as I review these pictures, I feel like I am part of my mother’s Life Review on The Other Side; like I am helping her organize her thoughts. I review. She reviews. We complete this together.
Back to this reality. I have another question: Where did all those photos come from? My mother didn’t take pictures. There are hundreds of photos from the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. Weren’t photos expensive back then? Who gave all these pictures to my mother? On my father’s side, I have a photo of him as a child, a snapshot from his 20s, and a portrait of him in the Army. That’s all.
Anyone else had this kind of experience? Do you have hundreds of photos of someone else’s life? These photos tell stories, but they are not my stories. They can only be told by someone who is now on The Other Side.
Gail
gail@MyPsychicSearch.com
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