For the last ten months, two cousins and I have been organising a family reunion. Yesterday was the big day: 80+ relations, covering four generations, met in a venue in Western Sydnay. We were all descended from someone in one particular photograph taken in 1924.
Our gift to the gathering was a scroll which they were all invited, nay dragooned, to sign - even those among us who were not up to the writing stage.
My grand-daughter watched intruiged as her father held her and her mother painted her hand with black paint, and squeezed it down upon the canvas surround of the photograph. In another 87 years, I hope she will feel a thrill to look at this imprint and acknowledge those who came before.