While cleaning out things recently, my husband stumbled upon a box that almost ended up in the trash. Thank goodness he had the idea to have me sift through the top items that were mostly knick knack throwaways before tossing the whole box. At the bottom of the box lay envelopes of old photos. Photos I had never seen before. Photos of my now deceased mother. They were clearly of a time in her life that was pre-motherhood, pre-dating my father. I grinned as I perused the photos of a very confident young woman smiling for the camera. I caught a glimpse into a time in her life that I did not know much about. She was holding hands with a uniformed young man and laughing at the center of a large group of young people surely gathered for a party. Her hair was long and pulled up into a beehive. Her trim figure highlighted by some very flattering pants. As I was looking through them I started to get excited thinking about what I could do with the photos. What pages or keepsakes could I create? Would I scan a few and send them to her twin brother to help me identify the people and her estimated age? These are the things I get excited about. I am certain this is why I love scrapbooking. I will cherish this snapshot into my mother's young life and plan to create something ever-lasting that can be shared with generations to come. I hope my children's grandchildren will some day peruse my scrapbooks with the same excitement! Here is to our craft.
A ladies getaway