Having just spent the last 5 hours scanning photos, along with the obvious sidetrack that you'd expect when perusing decades-old photo albums, some of which are my mom's from a storage drawer here, with pictures I've either never seen, or rarely seen...I need a break to ponder how to turn any of it into something worth reading (or writing).
We lost our home and everything in it when I was 16, so pictures of our life prior to that are precious and few indeed. Fortunately, many people in the years after the fire were kind enough to send us what photos they had taken of our lives up to that point, so we aren't without a record--it's just a very abbreviated one, photographically speaking.
All that to say...it's been sort of a long, odd day so far, and many memories have resurfaced, which is why pictures are so great; but our family's particular story ended with a fire, a divorce, and much distance (both in miles and emotions), and many of the people in the pictures have not had their own happy endings. Many of the early pictures of my parents (before everything ran aground) have definitely caused new tears today. In fact, much of my day has been spent staring at my computer screen, with silent tears streaming down my face. And I'm not a cry-er, so...
I will start telling some of it, as I find the time and the words, but I'm not sure if any of it will be funny, or even worth putting out there. I'm still on the fence about sharing it, because, really, none of it will matter to anyone but me, but *shrug*, I've been told often enough that most of my background is odd enough to be interesting, so stay tuned. I will try and put a funny twist on most of it, or at the very least keep it brief.
Yeah, like that's going to happen...
Two days Later P.S.: As it turns out, I've decided it will only be the fun stuff.