Mildew and magic? You’re kidding, right? I’m not. Still, could you possibly imagine that an unpleasant encounter with mildew would lead me down the road to discovering Cupid? (Yes, I did say Cupid.) Not in a million years! But it did. Sharing, with you, my journey down that road.
I am soooo into ancestry and putting it all into “lifebooks.” I have photographs of my grandparents “courting” in the early 1920’s. I have photos of my other grandmother as a teenager. On the edges or back of some of the photos there are notations - “Josie and me down by the river” Who is Josie? Who is Me? What river? When? So, in my “lifebooks” and those of my children, I have identified every person in every photo. Everything is “glued down” in chronological order. I am about three years behind. I need to get back to it. I did my kids “lifebooks” and gave them to them one Mother’s Day - 10 or so years ago. I have about two dozen of my own. I figure they won’t toss my photos and “things” if they are glued down and identified. I could be very wrong. 🥸
I am soooo into ancestry and putting it all into “lifebooks.” I have photographs of my grandparents “courting” in the early 1920’s. I have photos of my other grandmother as a teenager. On the edges or back of some of the photos there are notations - “Josie and me down by the river” Who is Josie? Who is Me? What river? When? So, in my “lifebooks” and those of my children, I have identified every person in every photo. Everything is “glued down” in chronological order. I am about three years behind. I need to get back to it. I did my kids “lifebooks” and gave them to them one Mother’s Day - 10 or so years ago. I have about two dozen of my own. I figure they won’t toss my photos and “things” if they are glued down and identified. I could be very wrong. 🥸