I can understand if some of you are getting a little sick and tired of reading about last month’s New York trip with some high school friends. Alas, if so, I’m sorry about that because I do have a little more to add. I’ll make it brief, however, because I have some other thoughts to post before school starts back on Monday. After that, I’ll be in a whirlwind teaching eight classes, day and evening, some online, and at different campuses. I’m not complaining, just stating a fact.
I’m not sure, but I think this picture might have been snapped the evening we went to see All My Sons. What I like about it is that we were upbeat and excited about the evening ahead. Plus, since the Christmas tree is in the background, it’s clear that we were celebrating this special season of the year.
From years of beach walking, I’ve learned the courtesy of volunteering to take pictures of families. Often, you’ll see a mother taking one of the father and the kids or vice versa. There’s always someone left out unless a volunteer photographer happens along. That’s what happened in this case. I volunteered to take a picture of a mother and her daughter who’d been saving their money for a long time in order to come to the Big Apple, and they were so grateful and pleased that the daughter took one of us too. I hope they like their picture as much as we like ours.
By the way, the reason I like pictures so much is that they’re fantastic memory joggers. An event that hasnt crossed your mind for years can be immediately retrieved with a picture. Have you found that to be true?
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Yes. It’s funny because this is sort of the same topic I blogged about. And that’s why pictures and journals are more precious than any other object in the home… why people talk about their photo albums when they mention things they’d try to save from a fire. Those things are so nice, not just to remember, but also for some perspective… see how you’ve grown, how you’re different, how life has changed.
You're so right about the perspective pictures give you about the passage of time. Just yesterday I came across some pictures of my grandchildren that were made about this time last year, and I was amazed at the tremendous change in just one year! The baby wasn't even walking then, and she was bald (really). Now she's walking and talking and has a head full of blond hair.Awesomeness!!! Even if I wasn’t there 🙂 I am loving the photos. Of course you know how we are about taking pictures…what I really love is that I can look at a photo and have a topic of conversation, a memory, a blog entry etc.
Awesomeness...great word! One year when I went to girls' camp for a couple of nights (couldn't take the whole week!), I remember seeing a cross stitch sampler on the wall that said, "We may never walk this way together again." It has stayed with me all these years because it's so true. I doubt that I'll walk that same "patch of ground" with those same people again. We'll be together again but probably not all of us there in that spot. It's true for all of us, isn't it?They are the BEST memory joggers. I have the worst memory in the world and I can’t tell you how many times I have completely forgotten about something until I looked at a pictures.
P.S. You guys look so happy!
We were! Still are...at least I am and I think they are too. We all have our "moments," of course.