Awhile back my niece Carey asked me for some pictures of my dad. She said she didn't have very many and I'm sure that is true. My dad died in Jan. 1989. It was a time before digital cameras and every one having a phone that had a camera in it. Back then we had film and you had to pay to develop that film. I told her after I got moved I would find her some pictures.
I am the keeper of thousands of pictures. And I am not exaggerating. Pictures come out of every nook and cranny. Every box seems to have some in it. I have found pictures in places they never should have been. I don't question it...I just move them around. My goal, if I ever make it, is to get all of the old pictures scanned onto an external hard drive. As I ran across some, after most of the pictures got moved, I scanned them and posted them for Carey.
Today I was just bored with the rest of moving, packing, unpacking, cleaning, cleaning, yardwork, etc. So I got out some pictures and scanned. To do one doesn't take long. To do more than one becomes a process. I spent a couple of hours just messing with pictures.
The first picture is my first Christmas. It s a nice picture of me and my dad. The next picture is of me and some puppies. I'm waiting to hear from Marlys if the picture was taken in Minneapolis...I think it was and I think those were Lady's puppies. Lady was Mom's dog and no one messed with Lady. My dad was a trucker so Mom had Lady for company and protection. Lady would have been one of those dogs who would go through a car window if necessary to protect her human. The third picture is of Dad and his grandchildren. They are the only ones he ever got to meet. And then the last picture is of Dad and Shiloh playing the guitar. What great memories and small blessings to have them.
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