aging photos of fardot turned 4 a couple of days ago.
I’d have no idea if tumblr hadn’t emailed me about it.
Here’s a celebration post.
Even though I’m being a lazy ass and not updating frequently, I still deserve some good credit for being so consistent with the concept. Because I used to admire those who run thematical blogs but couldn’t do it myself and keep posting everything to every single place I sign up. But ta-daaa, I’ve got this going on for 4 years now and yeah, kudos to me!
The photograph above, I believe, is from back in the summer of ‘93. The place is Assos, that magical and ethereal and lovely and magnificent and ANCIENT little town, full of history. You know where the REAL GODS reigned.
We used to go and stay at a little hotel there almost every two weeks. A 1,5 hrs of drive from my hometown Çanakkale, and I’d wake up to a beautiful view of the bluest sea I’ve ever seen and the Greek islands across.
Sometimes we’d have some company with us too. Can, that little boy in the arms of the I’m-a-cop-and-I’ve-just-eaten-my-donut-and-I’m-coming-to-ticket-you-for-driving-so-slow man, he used to be one of my best buddies around that time. He was (and wow, still is!) 3 yrs younger than me and we used to have so much fun together.
That sweet little swing on my head. Oh poor thing. So innocent. No, don’t buy that. I always had my ways to make people believe that I was the cutest.
Mom’s hair is the best. Ash-blonde, so late 80s - no need to explain it’s because 80s came late to Turkey. Dad wearing a towel looking shirt, different piece. Not very stylish. Or it is. IDK. Mom has the same fabric on her top too. I think that kind of garment was the thing those days.
Me in my best look :) A plain blue-ish shirt and a navy brief with string sides.
Don’t worry I’m not going to analyse every single clothing other people wear here but please do notice the water bottle on the table! I can feel the sling in my hands, that cheap red thing :) Has Mickey Mouse on it. Wow.
I gotta stop writing now before I’m drawn into memories.
See you next post.
Hacalakis with all family members at once - Cos, 1954
Standing: Ferit, Sevim, Emine (grandma), Izzet
Sitting: a cousin, Hasan (grandpa), Ali and Nuri
As you might notice, that sweet little Ali with the best smile is my paps. The second best smile award goes to Nuri, the boy on the front, making a row on his own in the photograph. Wow, I can’t even start, these beautiful people are having a blast and each and every smile has its own story.
I wish I could take a “now” picture with the exact same order and smiles, similar clothes.. But both my grandpa and granny are gone. Well, even if they weren’t dear departed, it’d again be almost impossible to convince my uncles to be in the same photograph because some of them are not talking to each other anymore. Hate it.
Seems this “proud and happy family” thing is captured in that moment forever, never to be unleashed.
Makes me sad.
But hey I can travel back in there, thanks to these good old black and whites. I can even hear them giggle. I can run after my dad in the afternoon while he rushes from the winery to my grandpa’s little store with a copper bucket full of sweet retsina.
Mom and dad on a city break again. No, not like those ‘we’re staying at the swaggiest hotel in town’ kind of romantic getaways featured on magazines. This is 1970s, you gotta pick the girl up from her parents’ house, take her to some public place, be as romantic as you can, and drive her back on time.
My dad, who’s behind the camera on this one too, was always into photography. He had a dark room where he printed his own photos. He’s the reason I have a zillion childhood pictures from the years when it wasn’t convenient at all.
Snap us a shot Foto Hacalaki!
Emel Hacialioglu, either ‘76 or ‘77, Gülhane/İstanbul.
Been meaning to update the blog but was never in the mood. Here’s a quick little post for now. But please do check back soon, I’ll be posting new old stuff :V
Cousin Emre and little me from back in the summer of 1988 in Gumusyaka, Tekirdag.
Like in many of my pictures, I’m avoiding camera contact. And look at my face, it’s shouting out loud: “ENOUGH WITH YOUR ANNOYING STUFF ALREADY, LET ME GO, NOW.”
Think I had better things to do.
Emre is a stunner here, as he always been. Mom would always say “He’s like a Hollywood star!” He’s married with 2 beautiful kids - almost grown-ups. And long time no see, guess they’re living in Germany.
Hasan Hatzialakis & Emine Hatzialakis (Nakipzade prior to marriage), 1935, Kos island. My grandfather and grandmother (paternal), from the day that they got married.
This is the first photo of them together.
The late grandad looks proud but grandmom is giving a rather sad/scared look. Their parents didn’t want them to get married (same old story); but they ranaway and tied the knot. That explains the look actually.
Dad shot a video of my grandmother and my aunt in 2002. He set up a little stage by the fireplace for them to chat with each other. They talked about Kos island, their homeland. Aunt was the interviewer; she asked questions, and granny replied. The story behind the marriage was covered there :) Here is the exact conversation:
Aunt: How did you meet my dad?
Grandmother: It was beautiful. His family came to talk to my family, to ask for my hand in marriage. My parents didn’t want it. They were planning for me to go to Istanbul. But we hit it off and got married. Then.. (Here she wants to talk about how the parents gave in and settled down but both my aunt and my dad [behind the camera] interrupt and start asking other questions)
Dad: Your father built that house in that garden (the great big garden i got to see in 2002) for you two, right?
Grandmom: Yes. We had a great garden, we grew up there.
My wonderful grandmom is 97 now. She has the most retentive memory, and the sharpest mind. Can still read and I’m sure could still write if she had to. Still interested in what’s going on in our country and in the world. Still watches her favorite shows. Still makes up verses that rhyme! About anybody and anything.. Still cracks me up with her explicit jokes :) (Personal reminder: List the things she’s said!) Still sings when she’s in the mood.
I LOVE HER. I don’t remember a time that I got mad about something she did, something she said. Nothing that I can remember about her that made me sad or anything. Not even a tiny bit of a thing. All things related to my grandmom’s being is just sparkles and glitter :)
Well, our time with our physical integrity here is limited to some extend. But our souls will be here and anywhere, knowing no dimensions and time. And these words are to accustom myself to something i don’t want to mention. Some words are just lame. They just don’t sound and look good. And especially they don’t sound and look good with some certain people.
My grandmom is hell of a woman and her body can’t keep up with her soul anymore.