In Memory of Butch & Butch

My grandparents always called each other "butch". This word was always the most endearing of terms to me. It meant "my love" or "honey" or "sweetie pie". It was rare to ever hear them refer to the other by name, or by anything else for that matter.  In fact, when my grandmother passed she called out for Butch as though he were right there in the room with her, waiting for her. 

I took these images in 2005. My grandfather died many years earlier and my grandmother was not living there at the time, it was right before the house was sold. I always felt some sort of affinity and connection to this house and the stuff in it. I know its only furniture and things but somehow they spoke to me. They wanted to be remembered on film. A generation and way of life passed, a lifestyle and story began in this house and paved the way for the rest of us.  I wish I had only taken more.