Over a month ago one of my Aunts asked me if I would make a picture album for Grandma. She said she was trying to do it herself and then… she got to thinking. She knew I had some quote, “fancy tools” to work with. I am certain she would have made something very well done for Grandma, but it’s hard to say no to a family project like this.
When she first mentioned it it was nearly a month or longer ago. Then she forgot to bring the photos and the albums. Then I had my allergies and stayed home the next week. So it’s been a few weeks of talking about it, but not getting started. Last Sunday, two weeks ago when I was subdued by allergies is when she remembered them. My allergies have been hanging on to me though. The last few days have been better, but I keep waking up with gunk in my throat.
Finally this morning I looked through the photos. I didn’t think there was a photo I hadn’t seen after last year. I was simply wrong. Aunt Martha had some of the cream of the crop photos either Grandma had in her apartment or one’s that she had singled out for this very project while we were going through things to get out of the house last year. Just thinking about what I just saw… is making me tear up. I didn’t cry as I went through them just a bit ago, but my eyelashes were getting a bit misty.
Photos are priceless. I don’t know how those in the Bible lived without having photographs of those they loved. It was such a different time in the world. I am so grateful for this technology to be able to remember the face of my Grandpa who has been gone for nearly 25 years. I could have completely forgotten his face in all these years I was only 13 when he died. I wouldn’t be able to see the resemblance in the family from him without these amazing pictures.
Plus I saw a photo of my grandparents house when they first moved in. If all goes well very soon some family will be eventually moving into this once vibrant house. When I saw the original photo of what this property looked like back in 1965, wow I didn’t recognize it, only because it had Grandma’s handwriting on the back saying all of this, did I understand that. I immediately asked Dad as soon as I read the back and he affirmed it for me. A lot of life has happened since ’65 and times do change.
Some of these photos are making my head spin. Out of nowhere my emotions of seeing Grandpa in these scenes are overwhelming. I guess I need some time to process and figure out the chronological order of these photos for the album. Hopefully I won’t cry on them when I’m putting them into place.
Still I find it quite ironic to have been given these photos now at the end of sale. When I was the one person who wanted to be the farthest one away from the whole process.
Jewells of Thought 
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