Wednesday, April 26, 2017
I've blogged about it several times over the years and as recently as a couple months ago, that I don't have any childhood pictures of myself. My mom had a lot but most were destroyed by a roof leak in the storage building where they were being stored. I've seen just a few over the years that survived but they are stored safely in the bottom of a cedar chest inside the house now and it is hard to access them without spending a half hour removing everything above so they remain there for the most part unseen.
When my grandparents were getting rid of possessions in preparation for a move to Iowa over Christmas, I jumped at the chance to digitize their home movies and slides. However as I later learned, the movies were all before I was born and the slides were all of my childhood years from ages 10 to teens. There weren't any pictures of me before age 10... or so I thought at the time.
A couple weeks ago on a visit to my grandparents, we finally got back into a corner that held two large moving boxes. "What's in those Grandma?"
"Pictures," she replied.
"Only pictures" I asked?
"They are packed full of pictures. Do you want to digitize those as well?"
Maybe a minute passed before I was lugging those two boxes down the hall to my car. Later before I left, we found three more shoe boxes full of pictures.These last two weeks I have been going through the boxes full of loose pictures trying to contain myself by not peaking ahead at what the albums contain. I've been scanning all the family related ones and a few of this and that that mean something to me. The majority of them I don't scan because they are mostly of my grandparents on vacation doing this or that. But I've already scanned probably around 500 or so keepers and I haven't even made it to the large packing boxes!
I have found lots of pictures of my childhood from aged 5 on up but not too many of the early years yet. The picture above was the one exception to that thus far and I just found it last night as I write this blog post. It shows my great grandparents whom I named my daughters after and the date on the bottom (which I erased for anonymity reasons) was dated about two weeks after I was born. No doubt, I am that baby. I'm pretty sure the background is the farm where my parent's lived, given to them by my grandparents after they were married, but I will have to ask my grandparents for sure the next time I visit. It will certainly be a picture that I treasure.