Time goes by faster than we think and if you aren’t careful, one day you are sitting with an overflowing box of family photos in your lap with no labeling on the back! Then throw in the fact that no one’s still living with the memory of who these people are and you’re up the creek without a paddle.
Against H’s wishes I’ve been sorting and purging and putting old memorabilia in order. He’s fine with it sitting in a box unopened for years. I’m not.
With most of this clean-up not being my family, he’s had to step up and help with the matter. I dump a few envelopes of old pictures on his lap daily to sort through and label. He calls it his trip down memory lane. And there are some really old pictures he’s not even sure of.
After dealing with that for a couple weeks – and it’s not finished yet – I came across a box of my family pictures. Of course most of them aren’t labeled either, but mine don’t go as far back as his do so I’m able to put names with faces – sometimes with a little help from cousins, as in this one.
I’ve got a whole box of pictures put together to take to Atlanta with me during Thanksgiving week so the girls and Andrew can help sort and label. They’ll be thrilled – I think – because the majority will be divided up between them. I’ll take Andrews back home with me since he doesn’t have a place to call his own yet.
There are a few that go back to my grandparents on my Mother’s side and I’m sure I have a envelope somewhere with pictures from my Dad’s family.
In this day and age I don’t have as many prints of pictures. When Andrew started high school in the digital age I began storing most of them on my phone or computer or on a disc somewhere. I should label those as well, but that’s another project!
How many old photos do you have in a box somewhere that you can’t put names to faces?