My paternal Grandmother passed away when my Dad was in college. I have her name and her coloring, but have never seen a photograph of her.
My paternal Grandfather, Pop as everyone called him, passed when I was 5. I have fleeting memories of sitting in his lap and how big he was.
|Pop, after a bird hunt|
My maternal Grandfather passed away when my Mom was a child. In reading old letters and seeing pictures of him, I have his eye coloring and his dry sense of humor.
|A photograph that I had never seen until I started scanning of my maternal Grandfather|
|My maternal Grandmother, Amy|
In scanning the photographs, I have seen more pictures of my Grandparents that I even knew existed. Sure, they were in albums ready for my viewing at any time or in slides, but I never really took the time to see them. For me, history is boring if it's dates and charts of names and birthdates, but give me a personal memory, a photograph or a journal and I'll dive right in. The reason why I started scanning...no one had a slide viewer anymore and we were going to lose the memories. The snowball started with that, so I then looked at old photo albums and realized, we were losing the pictures as well, due to age.
After learning more about my Grandparents, I started in on my parents photos. We enter our parents lives with their stories well in progress. If we're lucky, we learn about the stories that lead them to the points were we enter their lives. The trouble they got into as kids; their achievements; their disappointments; and their dreams.
My Mom grew up in Orderville, Utah, graduated from college at the age of 40, taught First Grade for 27 years, and fostered my love of reading. Girls, I think, are more apt to have journals and scrapbooks, so I have been going through my mom's. I have learned things that I would of never have known by scanning them. Memories have been brought back for her and I've met the child, teenager and young adult that she was. It's been really amazing.
|My Mom, back in the day|
|My Dad, back in the day|
it took a long time for me to realize that while they were not right for each other,
they are the perfect parents for me.
I am not done scanning photos and old documents of my parents and now I've even started on the photographs I've taken of friends and my life throughout the years. I don't want to lose these memories and it is my privilege to save them.
A little introspective,