Picture This!
Hello, Kids and All Readers,
Between working on Book 7 and all its related tasks, I’m keeping a decades-long promise to myself. Call it Spring Cleaning, Common Sense, or my Gift to my Descendants.
By choice, I became the repository of 150 years of family photos. You probably know where this is going. Three huge plastic tubs of my family’s pictorial history have been calling to me for almost fifty years. About ten years ago, I sorted them into year groups. Brava to me for that foresight because finally, I’m preparing the photos to scan onto flash drives.
My main reason is so my daughter doesn’t have to do it someday when I’m not around to provide the necessary backstories, identifications, and relationships. The other reason is that I can’t stand stuff and clutter! It’s time.
I didn’t realize the emotions this project would engender: Who was my great-grandmother, Annie Lavinia Sherrill Lanyon, really? She’s my namesake. I wish I had known her. Ah, those were the good old days when I was a kid! I had just met Nancy Drew, her chums, and their mysteries. I miss my relatives who are long gone. I wish we could gather around the Thanksgiving table just one more time. How can I have a daughter who’s in her forties now? Wasn’t she just born a few days ago? And I even have grandchildren! (I’m not complaining.) And so on. And so on. The big message that washes over me each time I return to the project is that time flies too quickly.
So, get a clue, dear Readers. It’s important to let those you love know that you do. Often. And ask them lots of questions while you can. Live in the moment. You’ll thank yourself someday. So might your descendants.
(All photos are the sole property of my family and me for our use only. Thank you.)
