#the grandmother film

[carolyn1761smith]

The Sound - I Can't Escape Myself

Such a great song with a perfect matching of images from David Lynch's 'The Grandmother' Great work 'My little underground TV'

[one-time-i-dreamt]

An explorer got married to his immortal, deer-god girlfriend and to celebrate they watched the first Night at the Museum movie in my grandma’s guest bedroom.

[pasdetrois]

Fanny and Alexander (1982) dir. Ingmar Bergman

[gregor-samsung]

كوستا برافا، لبنان [Costa Brava, Lebanon] (Mounia Akl, 2021)

[tyresdeg]

arrowmclaren it’s officially… spooky season. 👻🎃

[dear-photograph]

Dear Photograph, this is an image of my great-grandmother, Nana Anna, in front of my grandfather’s house (her son) 26 years ago. Her joy and kindness glow from this image which resonates in all of our hearts. Each day, I am reminded of her peace and kindness through this image and my joyful heart is a result of her unconditional love and care. How lucky I am to share in her love and last name?

[poppingmary]

Dolores Costello, Drew Barrymore’s grandmother. This photo was taken in the 20s when she was nicknamed “The Goddess of Silent Screen”.

[oldhollywoodniall]

mikey madison is the latest victim of a beautiful woman forced to wear ugly clothes bc of a chanel contract

[normalbrothers]

it's kind of interesting to watch this post-war western film (french in that case) about i guess the ennui (? is that the tone) of bourgeoise housewifism as a look in to the daily lives of women (saying this neutrally), because this wasn't the experience of my grandmothers and their peers who were all working as former citizens of the gdr, etc

[kojiarakiartworks]

August 1964 JAPAN HOKKAIDO SAPPORO

Me being held by my father's mother.

A few weeks before the 1964 Tokyo Olympic Torch Relay.

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

[filmap]

Grandmother's House Peter Rader. 1988

House 916 W Olive Ave, Redlands, CA 92373, USA See in map

See in imdb

[madwickedawesome]

figured id visualize something i said today

[ciaospiriti]

máquina do tempo 2000x2020

[timely-nobi]

🧸 °○•.☆.•○° 🧸

Memories of Grandma (2000)

This one made me cry the HARDEST especially when his grandma recognized him, plus it reminded me of how close me and my grandpa were before he died 🥺

[elvisqueso]

I am on some bullshit right now, bruh

[taylalauren]

NANNIE.

When I was little, I dressed up as a witch for halloween. What they don’t tell you when you’re that small, is that magic isn’t real - spells and potions are just mess you’ll get in trouble for making in the kitchen and pointy hats don’t suit your face shape. Luckily for me, I didn’t get much bigger. Magic could still be found in my mind. 

There’s one spell I frequented that I think you might like, I’ll share it with you today. A time travelling charm. The only catch is, there’s only one person I’ve ever dared to locate, only one place in time I could ever go.

To begin, close your eyes, take a deep breath and then combine the following:

Black tea, two equals with a small pour of milk from a glass jug covered in geese wearing bowties. 

Fabric scraps, sewing pins pulled from between lips. 

Burnt rissoles, deconstructed salad on a plate, freshly made biscuits.

Brown fuzzy carpet, lace curtains and green vinyl furniture - the kind that sticks to your legs when you try to stand. 

Flowers from the garden, wrapped in damp paper-towel and alfoil. Windchimes, morning dew, Heritage calendars and ticking clocks. 

Kerosine fires, crocheted blankets, and brown lounges. 

Swarovski crystal, electric blankets, and newspaper clippings from between glass. 

Combine these well with a warm washcloth for your eyes in the morning. 

When I’m here there’s a few things I like to do. In the morning I get up early and tiptoe down the hall, careful not to trigger the booby-trapped creaky floor before her bedroom door, and crawl up into her bed. She wraps her arms around me and tells me to go back to sleep. In later years, I wake up in our bedroom and peek around the corner to find her in the kitchen flattening out the morning paper, drinking her first tea of the day with a bowl of porridge. Sometimes I even visit the arguments over finishing her puzzles with Ashlee in Take 5 while Mum gets updated on the news of the week over whatever baked goods were stored in the shelves behind her. But more often than ever, I simply sit in the sewing room by her feet pulling scraps of fabric from the bin for my dolls, and just watch her work. If the distance in my spells become troublesome, I call her number and hear her voice with that same three tone chime of ‘hello’, and I let her talk until she has to let me go. 

I’m afraid to tell you my spell may be counterfeit, that the illusion is only temporary. When I was locked up for processing in the early hours of the morning, my one phone call made me grow up. The magic in my mind faded with time, and I can’t go back to her anymore. In my bargaining, I’ve borrowed and stolen little trinkets, talismans and enchantments that once belonged to her, twisting the broken spell to bring her with me instead. I wrap them around me every day and it’s just like travelling through time.