I love photographs. I can look at them for hours. I just spent the day going through boxes of old pictures. It was an emotional experience for sure. All those moments frozen in time. Impish grins of little children long since grown up. Snapshots of times deemed important by the one who captured the moment.
It’s kind of sad that my printed photos stopped at the time digital cameras came on the scene. Now, all my pictures are living in a cloud somewhere. I email and text the good ones to people I think might enjoy seeing them, but more often than not, my captures are never looked at again. It might be different for you. I’d like to know how many people out there still print the special ones…the birthdays and graduations. How many organize their photos in special folders, and then go back and actually look at them again. I hope you do. I’m not that well organized. I see a picture in my mind, but going back and finding it is usually a lost cause. It makes me a little sad.
My cousin, Andrea sent me some photographs she found in a box of things her mother had retrieved from Grandpa Sanderson’s house after he died. There were pictures of my kids that I had sent to him over the years, a picture of my brother, Billy and me with Grandpa, and one of my mom when she was 19.
They were all fun to look at and reminisce about. Fond memories and stories came flooding back. In one picture of my son, Mason, he was holding what he called his dangerous gun. In another, he is holding his little brother so tight it looks like he might burst. I especially remember that special day at the cabin. All the relatives were there to celebrate Grandpa’s 90th birthday. My brother came all the way from California. I tease him that he looked like Elvis Presley’s long lost cousin with his sideburns. The picture of Mom standing in front of the Texaco bulk truck brought back stories of her driving it a few times to deliver fuel when she worked at the Texaco Station for Ray and Pearl Schultz. I seem to remember she got pulled over by the police for speeding.
You can imagine how long it takes me to go through a whole box of pictures. I could get lost for years in the cloud.
Those 70ish Girls 