I have hundreds of family photos. Most of them are either in bags and boxes or have been scanned for preservation and dissemination to family members. In my bedroom we have a small chest that has framed photos. But these are not just pictures. They are memories. They are a history of our family. A reminder of a time past. A facilitator of reflection.
[Note to family: if you don't see your photo don't fret: it's likely behind one of the front frames, somewhere. Or, if not, it's in a box, on an archived HD or DVD, or in the PC. You can be sure of that. And when I find your picture, it will not be just a picture. It will be a reminder of what I remember you as, at that time.]
[Note to family: if you don't see your photo don't fret: it's likely behind one of the front frames, somewhere. Or, if not, it's in a box, on an archived HD or DVD, or in the PC. You can be sure of that. And when I find your picture, it will not be just a picture. It will be a reminder of what I remember you as, at that time.]
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