I loved flipping through the newest batch of B&W photos he kept on the coffee table, and would listen with great interest, to the stories that accompanied each one. Sometimes, while pointing out the dials on the camera, he would explain how he shot the picture and would try to help me understand the intricacies of meter, speed, light and aperture. All too complicated for a ten year old mind, but fascinating nonetheless. I am convinced this is the reason why I grew to became obsessed with taking pictures of everything! My kids can certainly attest to that as can my photo albums and iphoto files.
Anyway, the reason I am telling you all this is because, although my uncle was a prolific photographer, I never once saw a photo he took of the places he traveled with Auntie Ann. I know they traveled around the world, but the only evidence I ever found, was a trinket I had admired each time we slept in the guest room at their house. In this room, upon a small shelf on the wall, sat a little bronze statue of a she-wolf and two human babies suckling beneath her. To say I admired this oddity was an understatement! I was transfixed. I was cautioned never to touch it and so, obediently I would sit on the bed and stare at it for what seemed like hours. A wild wolf caring for human babies? I asked all sorts of questions but was only told that my Uncle and Aunt had bought the piece in Rome when they visited there. The ancient myth was that the babies, named Romulus and Remus, were left in a basket by the river and were found and cared for by a mother wolf. Romulus grew to become the founder of Rome and so the city was named after him. Remus unfortunately, did not meet such a favorable fate. The unabridged story of the babies, as I learned later in life, was far more sinister and was probably not appropriate to share with a child. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romulus_and_Remus