Wednesday, 23 November 2011

My Great Grandfather’s Moustache and Drying Noodles.

The month that people focus their attention on mens’ prostates.
There are a lot of moustaches out there and every time I see one 
I can almost smell drying noodles.


In my Grandma’s house, the upstairs bedrooms were used as places not to sleep. But dry noodles. When I was about 7 years old, I remember climbing up the stairs and entering one of these rooms. Noodles were splayed out all over the bedspread, and on a dresser where there was a framed photograph. I can still remember picking up the frame and staring at the people in the photograph. Especially the solitary moustached man.

I don’t know how long I was upstairs in that room when my Grandma (Mary Curko) walked in and began pointing at the picture.

"Tommy this is my mother. My sisters. My father. And your Great Grandfather. He loved his moustache." 
She paused for a second and then said,

                    "Tommy. It is time for soup.” 

She turned and walked out of the room. I carefully put the frame down, followed her down the stairs and had soup. She made good soup. 

Years have passed and I haven't thought about that photograph until I was asked to shoot this series for Bensimon ByrneThe smell of noodles was in the air that day.

Happy Movember Great Grandfather.

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