Three ordinary boxes encompassing a generation of our lives caught on paper.. what to keep? This does not include the movies on super eight film or the VHS cartridges oh.. and let us not forget the projector and slides!
This job is not for me alone.. mainly because I don’t throw away anything. That’s why I have three full boxes.. my unwillingness to let go of anything is really annoying. I am not a hoarder but lordy, lordy I have the makings of one trying to break through!
I don’t keep plastic bread bags (grocery ones don’t count) certainly not the plastic bread clips either. Well.. the jam jars and glass of any kind really should be rinsed out, washed and saved don’t you think? What if I make homemade soup or pasta sauce? Well.. ok that was last year, so what?
My closets are full of clothes of varying sizes but everyones closets are like that.. well .. aren’t they? Sure I have that perfect dress that I will fit into again someday.. soon.. maybe.. hmmm
So it is with my pictures, and I took almost every one of them. I wonder.. what did I miss while I was recording everyone else’s life? The VHS tapes and the movie camera required a lot of my time and effort and patience..
Mothers day sees me at my sons place with my daughter and gkids sitting around the dinning room table and sorting through all of these precious memories caught on paper.
Some pictures are so special I remember the exact moment I caught it on film.. or the time spent trying to get that perfect shot. Those I keep, but the rest are up for grabs.
There have been marriages and divorces and babies and dogs and .. and.. oh my, pictures of every single vehicle and toy we owned and even some we didn’t buy! I have pictures of everything, recorded right here in this box. The pics of cars, trucks, boats, motorcycles and sleds go to the Ex, they are all his toys anyway.
Pictures of friends and relatives is a bit harder and where do you draw the line? Uncle clown blowing a paper horn at a unrecognized party was easy to chuck. No one even knew who uncle clown was .. well he was a distant cousin of mine, but I feigned ignorance..lol.
My repeated admonishing about liquor and smoking to my kids takes a beating. Here is a picture of me, the longest cigarette in my mouth, sitting on a patio ledge with an alcoholic drink in my hand, I was so obviously inebriated.. so much for my credibility.
So ok.. I had a drink.. and sure I smoked .. we all smoked in those days. We were the generation that singlehandedly subsidized the government with our smoking and alcohol taxes! You guys would be still driving on dirt roads if not for our generous bad habits.
Funny pictures.. yes we all had afro’s, even the guys.. I was a hairdresser remember? The pictures with the ex and his brothers in perm rods seems to have disappeared, unfortunately it is still seared into my memory banks..
Yes I was skinny, we were all skinny and young! We had diet pills.. the doctors were handing them out like candy until some started having heart problems. The diet pills started a whole generation on yo-yo weight gains, were we gullible or what?
Who are these people.. hmmm can’t remember, why didn’t I write on the back of those pictures, ah well into the garbage! In my daughters pictures I remember every single one of her outfits like it was yesterday.. I loved buying her clothes and dressing her up.
There is a picture of the great Dane making my son cry once more. He just wanted to play with him but kept knocking him to the ground. I gravitate towards taking pictures of bawling kids.. even my own.
The pictures of my granddaughter dressing her brother up like a girl, go into the keep pile. I’m sure they will show up again somewhere.. probably at his wedding.
It was an emotional journey into the past and it was necessary. We never made it to the recorded stuff, not enough time. I came away with a precious handful of memories and a strange feeling .. why do I feel like a load has been lifted from my shoulders?
I am not the keeper any longer, of these glimpses into the past caught on paper. I wonder what happens now with all of our memory sticks and our pictures in the clouds and even the ones currently on my iPhone (1435 pics and videos)!
Will we really put these sticks.. chips or whatever they all end up on .. into a media device and watch them all? I really do doubt it, I think paper will make a comeback someday.
Besides.. it was nice sitting around a table and passing around pictures and laughing and groaning, some happy moments, some sad and ..and.. isn’t this what it is supposed to be all about.. we are making more memories.. just like our journey here today.
Happy Mothers Day to all of us and my hope is that we are making great memories for tomorrows children…