I Am At The Jacksonville Zoo And Gardens

A lot of things about me could be read from these objests, from my basic information such as sex and birthday, to my living habits or even my DNA. These significant objects are collected since they accompanied me for a while, some of them appeared in my childhood and some appeared in my teenage life. Memories are recalled when I am looking at this collection, and the presence of these objects reminds me my presence.

Professor Proust, a memory researcher, designs an experiment to test the hypothesis that reading picture books designed for children significantly enhances college students' memories of childhood. She asks participants to write about significant childhood memories, and to circle any events they remember from a list of common memories (such as getting lost in a store or breaking a leg, etc.).

On the 23rd of January in the year 2003, at around 1:00 in the afternoon at Kaiser Permanente San Francisco, I was born into the world. My parents, Frederick Torres Nangca and Rowena Aldana Nangca, and I first settled in my grandparent’s studio as a child. The space was small but open for the most part. From what I remember, the wall that was on the same side as the door had a drawer beneath the television where they kept most of their belongings. Just across from that was a blue couch that they had pushed up against the ten windowed wall. Next to the couch was a smaller beige dresser that held my grandfather’s extra clothes along with a few of my grandmother’s accessories. My grandmother and grandfather often held novenas and parties in honor of God.

The initial goal for this interview project was to discover if growing up in the 1960’s was shockingly different than growing up in the 2000’ with location being relative. However, based on the responses I received describing aspects of their childhood, my two interviewees with a 40 year age gap sounded surprisingly similar. My 10 questions were arranged in a somewhat chronological order, first asking the interviewee to describe their first best friend from their childhood, then inquiring if they could recall the point at which themselves or their peers started participating in more mature, adolescent activities.

I sat with J. Lee in a small room adorned as her temporary studio. I noticed a large easel with a dark blue canvas attached to it and trays of chalk in a rainbow of colors placed to her left on a small table. J. Lee explained to me before she began that past life portraits are more than just a method of discovery of who one had been in a previous

Opened in 1990, the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas attracts many visitors each day. The aquarium sits on the Mississippi River, just outside the French Quarter. Its surroundings are always lively; just like the rest of Downtown New Orleans. Another thing that Downtown New Orleans and the Audubon Aquarium has in common is that they both were victims and survivors of Hurricane Katrina. After the deadly hurricane, most of the aquarium’s inhabitants died due lack of energy to activated the complicated life support systems. The aquarium finally reopened in May 26, 2006, with upgrades to the Gulf of Mexico

My family archetype research was based on a photograph of myself at about three-four months of age. The photograph was taken in my family’s home state of Nayarit, Mexico. I decided I wanted to do my research project on this particular photo because it is the only baby photograph I have of myself. It is very important to me since I have no others pictures to look back at as an infant. I have always wondered what I was doing in Mexico as a recent newborn, and the story behind the picture. All I ever knew about this photograph is that it is an approximate 4”x 6” photo taken in Mexico, not of great pixel quality, I was in my mother’s arms, and I am wearing a Mickey Mouse outfit in someone’s ranch. The photo itself has raised so many questions that I have been wanting to ask over the years, just never found the right time to do so until now.

Using our own experience in the archives, we created a story of a young girl’s first experience using an archive with regards to her family history in order to teach about the functions of an archive.

I look in my night stand drawer and I find a few pictures, however the one that caught my eyes was dated June 10, 1976.In that picture I’m sitting on a bench in front of a water fountain in downtown I’m just turn 16 and sitting next to me my best friend Lucy and she’s 17. I know it's on a Saturday because it is the only day our mothers let us go to town. In the picture it seems to be a sunny day that our eyes are a little closed. I can see some birds very close to us, others eating off the floor, and many trees around the plaza. We are sitting close to the water fountain. The water is spraying our backs and we’re getting wet. We are laughing because the water was cold.

Some People might just see a album, but I see a treasured keepsake. It all starts with my sister Ann, who is twelve years older than me. She always had a camera in her hands and loved being in pictures too. Every event she carefully captured for our family. Now when I turned the pages, It takes me back to Christmases around the tree, prom dates and every birthday party our family had. The album is my only object I have from my childhood home. Since my sister is no loner living, my album is a irreplaceable

The Evanston gallery was crowded with bustling teenagers and their parents, all proud of their children for their photography being selected to be featured in the gallery. Here I was, standing under my photo explaining it to those who were curious. It was a plant in black and white with just the top tip of leaves being hit by the sun, the rest blanketed in darkness. I saw it to symbolize growth and on a personal level, how I’ve grown more comfortable in both my skin and my decisions in the life I lead.

I don’t remember much of my childhood. I can't recall the first time I lost a tooth, the time I rid of my training wheels, nor any Christmases. I do remember snippets of experiences, but piecing them together is like a Rube Goldberg machine: convoluted and worthless.

The picture at the top of this post was taken eight years ago. A time when turning 40 terrified me. It was my 32 birthday. I’m surrounded by my beautiful babies in that picture but I was a shell of a person. It was a horrible time in my life. I didn’t think it would ever end but here I am, seven days from my 40th birthday and experiencing a life I never thought possible.

of pictures in stacks of albums in the house. This demonstrates the importance of childhood in

At a young age, I have always had an interest in pictures. I used to go through every single box of pictures in my mom and dad’s closet. I would always go through them, remembering the moments of when the picture was taken. In the pictures I wasn’t in, I would ask what was happening so I could place myself there and picture what I would have been doing at the time. I was intrigued with pictures because when I hold the photo in my hands, I could feel the emotion, memory and time in that moment. To my surprise, the pictures that were in the closet had helped shape a great hobby of mine.