Grey is how I saw the world in my early childhood: in monochrome newspapers, television and old photographs. It seemed as if two world wars had leached all colour. And then it returned in the sixties.
My nan had a drawer in her bedroom dressing table which was full to the brim with black and white photographs. We used to sit on her bed, sifting through them, with me pointing at people and asking ‘Who’s that?’
Nan and Granddad had a television long before my parents did and I would spend most Saturday afternoons watching old movies with Granddad, especially those with Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers – beautiful and exciting, but grey.
All those grey pictures made me think that the past and the rest of the world existed in shades of grey. Only my little world had any colour.
silver threads of hoar
snowy landscape tinged with ash
different shades of grey
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: The beauty and the misery of grey
Björn is our host this Monday and he would like us to consider grey as a subject for haibun. He says that grey can be everything between black and white, all the possibilities of compromise and harmony. It is also absence of color – an absence of joy. Grey is winter, whiteout, mist and rain. It could be the swelling of the sea. It is ink-wash, old pewter and the haircolour of old age.
Our challenge is to bring grey into a piece of personal (non-fictional) prose of no more than 200 words, with added a haiku (including season and nature).
One of my great-aunties remarked that the sepia of old photographs of her and her siblings when they were children made them look so dirty and poverty-stricken. Colour was brash and modern and comfortable. The past had no colour and it was miserable. So we thought anyway.
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I’ve always loved black and white photography, even dabbled in it back in the seventies and developed my own. Nowadays, colour is the norm and black and white seems to be considered arty.
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Funny that, but it’s true.
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All the potentialities of living in a black and white world seemed like more powerfull forces (in the olden days)
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I wonder why that was?
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Reminiscence at its best!
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Thank you!
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Oh wow, Kim. It’s like you bring the past to life in several ways, as that is really how it’s all portrayed before the sixties, drab and dull, gray no matter how many shades. Then the color explosions and revolutions. It even seems pigment of paint in fine art has since become brighter and more vibrant.
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Thank you Amaya. I’m a big fan of black and white photography and have prints of photographs by Herman Landshoff and Norman Parkinson. When I lived in Germany in the seventies, I used to develop my own black and white photographs,.
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oh so well done. i didn’t even think of black and white photos, or tv. We were the last ones in town to get a color set…
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Thank you so much, Eric. The only reason my grandparents had a black and white TV was because my great uncle worked at the Marconi factory during and after the war. He got them discounts on radios and the TV set. It’s in the background in a very early photo of me – I’ll share it one day 🙂 Mum and Dad didn’t have a TV until I was quite a bit older – it was a rented black and white one when everyone else had colour. They didn’t have a telephone until I left home!
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I really love this… the past is all in grey. What an amazing feeling that only the present is color. I grew up a bit like this as well… but I did see some color of the past. Color TV… that came much later.
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🙂
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lost my comment due to Microsoft ads….bastards. But I loved your portrayal of grey. We must be of the same age, Kim. Right now, and for the past few weeks, the sky is grey, the ground has no green, just dun, and the clouds are a heavy grey. More than 50 shades of grey possible. Grey is the color of memories I believe and you nailed it.
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Maybe it’s something to do with our little grey cells, Jane!
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LOL! Never thought of that! LOL! Probably so.
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My great gran had a drawer just like this, I used to love flipping through the old photos.
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Thank heaven for grans!
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Oh, those old black and white movies. I still love them. I’d forgotten about black and white photos – but you’re right, they do affect our sense of what the world was like back then. If you do see early colour film it’s a little disconcerting.
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The romantic films were more romantic and the horror films scarier when they were in black and white!
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More often than not, I think life is made up of greys…with the occasional dash of color!!
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That’s one of the great things about writing first thing in the morning – I can watch colour appear.
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My mother had boxes of black and white photos. I love that you did B&W photography and developed your own. I too did that although I did it for a living for awhile, doing food photography in B&W of all things, developing and printing my own. I loved the old B&W movies but never saw them as such. In my mind I could see all the colors. We had our first tv when I was 5 – huge box and tiny screen. I still love B&W cartoons to this day. I love how you mixed memory and that only your little world had color. The haiku is lovely – truly reveling in the shades of grey. Gorgeous write.
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Thank you, Toni. I still enjoy black and white films and photos. Everything is digital and instant now, so the magic we used to perform in developing is all done on computer – still fun, though!
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My children thought we must have lived in a black and white world before they came along…it always amused me. Yes I guess they did bring a lot of colour. A lovely memory. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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Thank for reading, Alison.
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Funny how as a child, my brain intuitively knew to fill in colour on those B&W programs on telly. Such wonderful memories you’ve brought to mind.
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Thank you, Misky.
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Excellent! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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A lovely nostalgic walk into the past just as I remember mine as well! Beautiful capture, Kim!
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Thank you, Bev!
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I think you have captured a glimpse of another time. I like to look at my moms old photos and I am always amazed at how much older she appeared to be in the black and white photos.
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Yes, I agree about people looking older in black and white photos but it could be the hair styles, the lighting and the way they were made to pose that did that.
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I didn’t get a color tv until high school (1983!) – we only had two tv’s one small black and white tv and one of those old tv’s in a wooden box like structure (? – think that was it). Didn’t get a color tv until my Uncle died, by Dad had it shipped to our house – the old fashioned big and bulky kind. Had a dial phone forever – they didn’t replace it until the late 1990’s. No dishwasher – no microwave until I move out mid 1980’s. And a whole dresser filled with black and white photography. Yes, very nostalgic for me too. I liked this poem a lot – brought back memories.
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Thank you, Margaret, your comments mean a lot to me.
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I remember the black and white and gray very well. You have described it well. Your photo is a classic!
dwight
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Thanks Dwight!
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I sense the past as gray as well perhaps because of the black and white TV. I mainly remember Flash Gordon.
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I loved Dr Who and Lost in Space.
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I inherited some of those black and white photos, and remember pointing and asking, like you. Wish I’d written some of he names down! “Snowy landscape tinged with ash” is a good complementary line.
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Thank you, Nan.
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such nostalgia on your haibun, i was taken back to me and grandpa and doing the same, i’ll never get over how everyone had such dark eyebrows in those black and white photographs.
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I too love black and white photography. Something ‘classic’ about it. Beautiful writing Kim.
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Thank you, Paul 😊
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Grey world interspersed with life’s colours. An elegant haiku completes it.
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We loved it when color came, but now I love the black, white and gray sometimes more.
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sitting on the bed with your Nan looking at old photos…beautifull close times to dream before colour
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Oh yes they were 🙂
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I think of my grandparents in black and white too. Those photos are still so magical and evocative. (K)
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Remember how turning off the TV the spot of light got smaller and smaller in the center of the screen, finally plinking out completely?
I pity the generation that will never have a shoebox of curling photos to sort through and wonder at.
Cool take on the prompt.
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I used to love that spot of light on the TV!
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Sorry for this late response….
Those old black and white photos are treasures already and it’s hard to imagine how special (and strange) they will seem as time goes by. I love the examples of greys in your haibun and the how your little world of colour peeks out from it.
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Thank you, Mish! No need to apologise – I’m often late responding and understand that life takes priority. 🙂
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Beautifully written!
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