Doug and I have each received our first Covid-19 vaccine injection, but we remain “self-quarantined” to stay safe and well. With all this available time, I began to think of everything I’ve wanted to do, or thought about doing, for years. Now is the time to get it done. Near the top of that list is organizing photographs. My husband helped me carry all the old photo albums and Rubbermaid containers full of photographs up two flights of stairs to the upstairs guest room from the finished basement. Amazing how the sheer quantity grew once the photos were all together. Fifty-four years worth of photographs!
I’m working on motivation at the moment – trying to find some. For years, I have tried to organize decades worth of family photos. Each time, I would carefully get the photos organized according to subject or year or special event, a life rearranging event would occur. All those photographs stacked all over the dining room table would have to be boxed up and moved. I’d tell myself I’d get back to it. Years passed. I’d try once again, and again, another life changing event. Finally, I think the time has come. I turned 75 on the first day of December. Now, I might have another 25 good years. Then again, I might not. I want to do this task for my children, so they won’t have to figure out how to divide all this wonderful pictures.
I have a table set up in one of the guest rooms and all the photo albums and photo containers have been moved to that room. They are patiently waiting for me. Some of the albums date back to the time before the album cover sheets provided protection for photographs. And the Rubbermaid totes are full of loose photos. There are several of those. I once had a Pentax 1000 camera and I took hundreds of photos with it. It went with me almost everywhere. Then I had a Sony and I took hundreds with that camera. Last Christmas, Doug gave me an amazing camera – a Canon EOS with so many features I have yet to learn them all.
This afternoon, I’ve been sorting…and remembering. That’s why we capture moments of time on film…for the memories.
About 1984. My youngest (age 4) and me at a track meet where his older brother and sister were competing.