of yonder days

I think it's a case of nolstalgia and wanting to relive the good 'ole days.
I find myself increasingly reaching for photo albums of yonder days and wanting to hear stories.
And from there, you find little gems of anecdotes that are painfully old yet totally cool.
Like today, when godmum unearth her wedding album and I saw the retro cool bellbottoms my godpa wore and how she had a centre parting and curls down the side.
And how much I resemble her, down to the nonexistent cheekbones and chubby cheeks of the Seet family.
And how we must have been fated to be godmum and goddaughter, based on our tanned and slighly Malay complexions.

Like the antique English wedding card my dad gave her on her wedding day, still in its white box slightly water-damaged and that double "Xi'" word on it.

Like the 4 absolutely beautiful lace butterfly brooches from Brussels that my dad bought for her at least 30 years agoon his backpacking trip around Europe.

Like the many letters my dad wrote her during his stay in England and that special commemorative Prince Charles and Princess Diana stamp still affixed to one of the envelope.

Like the black-and-white photograph of grandfather in his first sundry shop which I am hoping and praying that I will inherit one day. That photo literally took my breath away. It was that poignant.

Like the portraits of grandfather and grandmother when they were young. And boy, was grandpa a good-lookin' man! lols. Qiang absolutely inherited grandpa's bushy and thick black eyebrows.

It's possibly some Chinese/Asian thing to want to see/know your roots.
And right now, I'm enjoying the ride back to the past.