{"id":270,"date":"2023-05-21T07:10:14","date_gmt":"2023-05-21T10:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/208.68.104.129\/greatorb\/uxtc\/?p=270"},"modified":"2023-05-21T07:10:15","modified_gmt":"2023-05-21T10:10:15","slug":"ephemera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/ephemera\/","title":{"rendered":"Ephemera"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was just watching an episode of a show that I&#8217;m catching up, a girl is looking at family photos of her past, remembering happier moments. My mind was flooded with its own memories of a time long since past, I was thinking, there are hardly any pictures of me from my youth. No family gatherings, picnics, trips to the countryside or the beach, there are a few, our trips to Weymouth when I was around seven \u2014 I take more pictures in a month than what exits of me in my lifetime! My memories of the deck-chairs stacked on the prom waiting for happy holiday makers to rent for a day at the cost of half a crown with a wind breaker thrown in. My mementos, the ephemera, tickets, postcards. You know those crazy old ones that they sell in those sand drench beach front shops. I remember going to see Von Ryan&#8217;s Express on the movies on one of those trips, it was the summer of 1965 \u2014 I was seven.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/208.68.104.129\/greatorb\/uxtc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/article-2040898-0E0C996700000578-585_306x480.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-271\" alt=\"article-2040898-0E0C996700000578-585_306x480\" src=\"http:\/\/208.68.104.129\/greatorb\/uxtc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/article-2040898-0E0C996700000578-585_306x480-191x300.jpg\" width=\"191\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/article-2040898-0E0C996700000578-585_306x480-191x300.jpg 191w, https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/10\/article-2040898-0E0C996700000578-585_306x480.jpg 306w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 191px) 100vw, 191px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was just watching an episode of a show that I&#8217;m catching up, a girl is looking at family photos of her past, remembering happier moments. My mind was flooded with its own memories of a time long since past, I was thinking, there are hardly any pictures of me from my youth. No family [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/270"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=270"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/270\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1778,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/270\/revisions\/1778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=270"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=270"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/uxtc.ca\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=270"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}