I love going through old photos. Finding a new life in old memories. So many great days gone by.
I was looking through one of our old family photo albums today. Saw some pictures of a very young TexasTickler in there. 😀 One thing caught my eye however.
Behind one of the photos was a note to my dad. Funny how things like this turn up but there it was. My mom wrote him a note reminding him that he needed to take my brother in to get his shots for school. I laughed myself silly. How this ended up in an old photo album I will never know.
My Mom wrote notes for everything. I wish I still had some of them to share with you all. She had a way with words.
I love pictures. A still shot. One frame in time. A memory engraved on film. The point is, take pictures often. Always have those memories on hand. It is never good to live in the past people, but it is great to visit it now and again.
I was looking through one of our old family photo albums today. Saw some pictures of a very young TexasTickler in there. 😀 One thing caught my eye however.
Behind one of the photos was a note to my dad. Funny how things like this turn up but there it was. My mom wrote him a note reminding him that he needed to take my brother in to get his shots for school. I laughed myself silly. How this ended up in an old photo album I will never know.
My Mom wrote notes for everything. I wish I still had some of them to share with you all. She had a way with words.
I love pictures. A still shot. One frame in time. A memory engraved on film. The point is, take pictures often. Always have those memories on hand. It is never good to live in the past people, but it is great to visit it now and again.
