Old Photos...

I have been a good girl and have spent a little over an hour each day in the upstairs room that will become my scraproom soon. Most of the junk is OUR junk, but some of it was here when we moved in.

This home has been in my family for decades. My great uncle lived here before we did, and before that my great grandparents lived here. My great uncle never married and lived alone most of his life. He was a quiet man, but had an amazing sense of humor. He also was a very intelligent man and spent a great deal of his life working in television and radio. He was way ahead of his time! He was also an avid photographer, and I have come across boxes and boxes of old photos. Some are even negatives. There are so many amazing photos. But here is where the story gets a little sad.

I don't know most of the people in the photos. My grandmother only knows a few, and really doesn't know the story behind the photos. Photos weren't as easy as they are now. No digital cameras and no one hour photo labs. He really wanted each and every one of these photos. They all told a story. I may never know what story he was trying to share. Sure, I recognize the young face of my grandmother and even a few baby photos of my mother. What about the photos from his time in the army? What about the face of the young woman that appears in many photos? I won't even know. My uncle left his legacy in many ways, but I really wish I knew more about the story he wanted to share with these photos.

So this is WHY I scrapbook... Yes, I love the art of it. Yes, I love being creative and even love a little competition. But in the end, I want future generations to know MY story, to know what life was like for me. I want to be able to share the lessons I have learned so that they won't have to make the same mistakes. So.. that is why I scrapbook. :)