This, my friends, is the hard work of a good eighteen-plus years. In scrapbooks.
We moved all of the scrapbooks upstairs to the parlor (instead of the basement) and even though the lighting was horrible, I felt the need to take a picture while they were briefly spread across the room.
Over the years my mom has done various degrees of scrapbooking, but it doesn't really matter - I like looking at as many pictures or reading as many words as are on the pages. I just have a thing for scrapbooks.
I mean, histories important, especially your family's.
I like every form of holding memories - old letters, pictures, clothes, music - each one is a puzzle piece that tells your life story. and I love that.
What's your favorite way to hold memories?