A Man In My Life – 21 January 1995
Luna Park 21/01/1995
On Melbourne Cup Day 1994, I met my future husband, (unfortunately, now ex-husband), at a Cup Day barbeque hosted by a school friend. We both bet on the same horse that won the cup that year. From the first, we got on really well. We rented a flat in the Melbourne suburb of Balaclava, coincidentally, not far from my favourite photobooths at Luna Park.
I was continuing to develop my hand-made greeting card ranges and thinking about how to move to the next step – publishing my designs.
Photobooth Journal 
I don’t think I have seen a photo of you two so early in your relationship.. he looks very intellectual and suave!! attractive qualities. You look like you were having fun, did you go on any rides at Luna Park?
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You know, I barely recognise that young man, now! No, I don’t think we ever went on a ride. The food in St Kilda was too good to waste time on roller coasters and ghost trains!
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Hmmmm…Doesn’t look like anyone I know!!! xx
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My feelings exactly 😦
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I am completely ensnared by your blog. I keep dipping into bits of it and literally getting snap shots of your life. This is truly wonderful. Should I stop dipping and go right back to the start?
Who are these people, do I know them, I feel like I could I feel like I should, do you know them…do we ever really know anyone. Questions, questions questions….
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OMG I’ve got a fan- and an Irish one at that! Hope to reply soon as you comment brings up many thoughts. Got to go now, unfortunately
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Hello Mr Void
Yes please do go back to the beginning! I would be most flattered and I don’t think anyone has yet done that.
As to the questions, questions.. Identity is a very interesting topic. I often feel that I am a different person with each and every person I deal with, whether it be friends, family or strangers. The differences are subtle for sure but they are there none the less. I feel personal identity is fluid, especially when I review all the photos I’ve taken over the years. The traveller, the girlfriend, the wife, the business woman, the good looker – which I never realised I was! And then there is the question of why I took so many images and how I want to be perceived and then the surprises i get when others interpret my photos.
As to whether we know anyone other than ourselves – don’t think so!! I do feel though that i know some of the subjects in my found and ebay photos, even if it is only that I see something in their faces that i like, or love or am intrigued by.
Thanks so much for your interest. Kind regards, Katherine
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Such a thoughtful response. I’ve often felt that personal identity is, indeed, fluid. We change so rapidly in our younger years, then more slowly in middle age, but we continue to reinvent ourselves. Though our health or physical strength may decline, we gain a depth of perspective which is enormously meaningful, and we use that to become wiser and more resilient.
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Not totally relevant to your comment but something that springs to mind is how hard older people can be on younger ones. They are experimenting with their identities through adolescence and into early adulthood, and are bound to make mistakes. It astonishes me how often this isn’t taken into account when there is “youth-bashing” in the media and closer to home. They have even proven through MRIs that brains are not fully developed until age 25. I wonder why we forget so quickly what it was like to be young?
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I’ll start a new thread to respond to your last comment. Youth-bashing is almost always unjustified. I didn’t feel like an adult until I was 26, and I was still a long way from having anything figured out. In work environments, young people don’t have as much experience, but they bring desire and energy, which are often in short supply among the jaded older employees. And yet, young hires are often made to feel they’re of little value, just because they lack specific knowledge. Of course, there can be bias against older people as well, but at least they have the maturity to understand their worth (or they should).
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I agree so much. Young people get such a bad rap when 99 % of them are amazing! Even if there is a bias toward older people, they are at least, as you say, mature enough and they are also more financially secure to weather it.
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