Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Those Memories stirred by photos
Automobile’s of Art:
Customized '49 Chevy
I have been sitting here staring at my screen saver. I love the old and recent pictures. I am sure you have many more pictures than your parents did. We can watch our Grands and Great grands grow almost daily via FB and e-mail, even when we aren’t near. I copy many from FB to our Pictures. I use ‘Our Pictures’ as the screen saver.
Repeating myself I am sure, but I cannot help but think back to the old felt paged Photo albums with the little black stick-em corners’. There were always pictures from the old box cameras that had not been put into albums, they were usually in an old shoe box. Those were the most fun.
Now I sit here and see our past randomly popup for a few seconds each. Many of the on the road shots I can even remember. Sherry has a catalog in her brain relating dates to places. She doesn’t appreciate my cropping and miss the date. I scanned a few hundred of the past and they join the digital ones randomly. I see Alaska and seconds later see my moorhens on Lake Dora.
Then Las Vegas, Hawaii, Texas, a shot of son Jack beside the road in Missouri. Son Mark the day he pitched a no-hitter in Gitmo Little League.
Our life is the same as yours, just a little different due to moving a lot. We all have those memories and they will only be erased by that mean Alzheimer dude or death. I am sure you too replay many things in your past on digital photos or in an album. This screen saver is just much easier and convenient.
When the family drops by they love it. Old photos on two screens constantly and you hear, ‘hey back that up that was on the cruise!’ or ‘ was that dad when he was a kid?’.
(Shirl, singing Country Western tonight!)
Memories are wonderful. It is hard to think of ‘losing your memory’. I can’t help recalling Shirley saying, “Jackie, I’m losing my memory and it is WORRYING ME TO DEATH!” Before she passed she was changing her own history without her memories. But I have good memories of her, just today one of the guitarists in the band was saying how much fun she had added to the band after she joined the group.
Ending with a smile:
CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried when his Mum asked what was troubling him, he replied, 'I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?'