First there is love. Then there is marriage. And then there is a lifetime of family memories.
Memories include the arrival of each Grasshopper (5 in all) and all the events associated with growing up. Throw in a few family trips, a family cottage and special achievements and you have all the ingredients for creating s scrapbook. There are pictures. Lots of pictures. Then again, not enough pictures.
Your Mom has painstakingly assembled scrapbooks tailored to each of your lives. Finding pictures, determining the exact date each picture was taken and then identifying the event is a huge undertaking.
The biggest problem has been the lack of pictures. In the beginning (1960), Kodak Brownie cameras were the choice. Eight pictues to a roll of film and Rexall Drug would develop the film in a “week or so”. Your Mom was a trailblazer because she bought a Polaroid Camera that took instant pictures. The problem is that it was so crude in design that you wasted lots of film by having to pull it through the camera and then coat the picture with icky, smelly gel. You get the idea. There were no 4G, internet available phones with picture taking ability. Storing 500 pictures on a camera or “camera phone” was unheard of.
So your Mom has had to search near and far to find picture memories. They come from old cameras, Grandma and Grandpas, other family members and friends. Occasionally there is a picture from a local newspaper. You Mom keeps building this trip down “memory lane” for each of you in your scrapbook. It is your memory log. It is special to you.
You have a treasure that keeps on giving. That Treasure is your Mom. Mom? Yep, your Mom.
So the next time pages are added to your personal scrapbook, give your Mom a big hug. It is a labor of love.
Love,
Dad