I use to bring so many pictures to therapy my T actually finally groaned :-) and pleaded with me not to bring more, LOL. But I even had an old 8 mm movie from the late 1930s-1943ish that I'd had converted to VHS and a cheap, small, tv/VHS player that I took to therapy so she could see the only "living" pictures I have of my mother. There's a 2-3 second shot from just after she and my father got engaged (1939ish) and he's trying to film her and she's trying to "hide" in embarrassment and I swear I can feel exactly what she's feeling. Very weird, the spark of identity I feel.

This is a picture of my mother about that time, 7 months to the day before her marriage: http://tinyurl.com/27eaaj