What happens to my photos when______? …fill in the blank at the end of this question. If you are older, like me, it is “…when I am gone from this earth?” For others who have lived close to the Colorado fires, or flooding, or other natural disasters, their response would be to name that disaster…
Ok, this is definitely a timely topic – but I will NOT go all “political” on you. Let’s start with a biblical perspective – a wise source — and it may be instructive in all arenas. Apply it as you wish. I am thinking more in the personal realm. You know those friends who
OK, I stole this cool line, but it really spoke to me as I start traveling through my 76th year on this earth. And it provoked me to think through – how deliberate have I been about how I train for and “play” this aging game. I think we all are looking for things that
You know all those stories you heard from or about your parents, grandparents, relatives or ancestors? And the few photos that got passed down to you? And how many of your own life pictures and stories are in your memory space –the box in the basement storage and the one in your head? And you
The Free Dictionary says the common definition of “right-hand man” is “their close assistant and the person they trust to help and support them in everything they do.” Wouldn’t everyone want a “right-hand man”? Even you “lefties” out there? I wanted more about the origin of this term. I found the oldest usage is of
Okay, first of all, what’s “normal”? You always avoided blind dates when they were described simply as “normal”, right?….or you have this vague, undefinable picture when someone describes a family as “normal”. The good old dictionary talks about “constituting a norm, standard, pattern, level, or type – typical.” Is your picture of this still blurry?
It is an interesting question – especially since I am helping people do their Life Story albums. One of the most common responses is “I have way too many photos and memorabilia and….on and on…plus they are scattered all over the place.” Don’t get me wrong – I totally can relate to them! It was
In 1973, I moved with my husband and our 1-year-old child to Pueblo, Colorado. I was 27 years old and worked part-time as an investigator for the District Attorney. Pueblo was small enough that we trained with the police department and had a small staff of investigators. Since I was the only female, I was
I know – I am REALLY old! I walk at a slower pace, I type text on my phone with one finger, and I still print out directions or tickets rather than trust my phone to pull them up when needed. So I should not have been surprised when I recently realized the phrase “Breakfast
Father’s Day itself is to be celebrated, but a story by Nick Kelsh (with, of course, the photos to fix it in place) illustrates how lives are impacted, cherished, and fruitfully significant by special events recorded and preserved. And that is why I will keep bringing up the subject – take the photos, keep clicking,
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