In the corner of my Gramma’s dining room was a china cabinet and in the bottom drawer, a white plastic bag full of loose photos. I loved looking through those photos with Gramma. But even as a kid I was a bit perturbed that she couldn’t remember who some of the people were in the pictures and when or where they were taken. Also, I couldn’t believe she had kept them all loose like that and not in albums. My Mom kept all of our photos in albums.
So we started a little project when she bought an album and I started filing them into it. I vowed that when I started taking and processing pictures, I would immediately write on the back of the picture who was in it and when it was taken. Then it would go into a photo album. And I did. From the first time I bought a disposable camera and had it developed. I was probably about 11 or 12.
I’ve now amassed at least a dozen photo albums.
But, in the last ten or so years, I have gotten slack with developing photos off of my phone (I don’t own a camera and haven’t for years). And unfortunately, I’ve also gotten slack with putting them in albums. They are stored in various shoe boxes or the little boxes they come in when they arrive in the mail.
I have over 18,000 photos on my Iphone. Hopefully Gramma is not noticing this from up above.
Back to the prompt, I would be absolutely heartbroken if I lost those photo albums that I keep downstairs in the storage room. Losing possessions is one thing, most objects are replaceable, but my life in the photos can never be replaced.
And you guys know how I love my photos.
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