Well the email I've been waiting for all week from Widow's daughter arrived with the photographs.
In fact, it came yesterday afternoon but, because I have visitors, I never checked until this morning.
While I have been focussing on getting Widow's email address, I never considered the impact of the photographs. I had forgotten that Daughter's photography is at near-professional level. For her, it is an art form.
Her email header is "Guess who is the great talker in our family???". All the photographs have Widow in them, talking. Very clever on the part of Daughter, but, I am now a bit apprehensive that she may have over-reached herself a little. From the photographs, a blind man could see that Widow and I were very engaged with one another. I just hope that some of the photographs don't have a negative effect on Widow.
Overnight, they have all been engaged in criss cross email banter about the photographs and, because I've come late to the party, there has only been radio silence from my end.
Both Niece and her pal have given me a bit of a ribbing in their emails, but Widow has not referred, at all, to my presence in the photographs.
Widow responded to the original email, "You little minx!!!!!!! After all the cameras I bought for you over the years, you now use them as a deadly weapon of assault on your poor innocent mother. Everybody here knows that you are the Yapper Supreme".
So, I have just now emailed them, along the lines, inter alia, "It is lovely to see you all again - even if only in two dimensional form. Great to see that you are all as noisy as ever. "Daughter", the photographs look really great - you have a lovely talent. I must enjoy them properly at my leisure - I just have "stuff" going on these two days. I'll come back to you, but in the meantime, a big hug to everybody".
To be truthful, I am completely blown away by the photographs and don't know what Widow's real reaction will be. My instinct is to allow her time to absorb the photographs - let them grow on her. They should bring back nice warm memories- even if it is only of the sun.
Of course, she could just as easily just stuff them in the drawer and say "that little minx".