Rosio Pavoris

My grandfather (not the dead one) came over for lunch for Easter, which was fun. He complained about foreign people and the fact people treat the elderly as if they’re children, but not about homosecksuals or socialists this time.

My mom invited him because my dad had invited my uncle over for lunch on Monday. He usually lives in Roeselare, so we don’t see a lot of him, but with the inheritance and everything he needed to go through some stuff with us.
We spent most of the afternoon looking through boxes upon boxes of ancient pictures.

There were a lot of pictures of the grandchildren, but most were actually from the ’50s and earlier. It turns out my grandmother was actually really hot when she was my age, which is something no grandchild should ever be confronted with.
And there was a batch of even older pictures, which is interesting. Most of those are over a century old and maybe some of the earliest examples of film photography (cities were prettier before overpopulation and the invention of the car), and there are a few odd framed ones I suspect of actually being daguerreotypes.
We went to order my dad’s new computer today, and we ordered a scanner while we were at it, so I’ll probably share a few of them soon. I hope I’ll be able to scan them without damaging them; they’ll probably be donated to some museum afterwards.

The rest of the afternoon was spent looking at the furniture in my grandparents’ apartment (the measuring of which my dad gave me 100 € for, which I spent on an external 120 GB HD today), guesstimating the values of various paintings (including a particularly ugly one by Pierre Paulus, who also designed the Walloon flag), and talking about family scandals.
Good times were had by all.

My uncle also invited me along to Montreal for a few weeks in the near future (we have family there which needs to be visited, apparently). I declined for obvious reasons.