Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Pictures in an album
Sometimes you don't want to get rid of things that have sentimental value, but keeping them in a box, buried deep in a closet, serves no purpose. If things are hidden away, and you never see them, is there really much point in still having them? (I know, there are exceptions to every rule, but hear me out).
My family took lots of pictures. They had them developed, and then they put them in boxes, albums, more boxes, folders, envelopes, and, occasionally, frames. They did this for decades. And then they died. Without ever having gotten rid of one picture, much less the negatives.
And I got the them. All of them. Boxes and albums and folders and envelopes and frames worth. In addition to the ones I'd scavenged myself over the years.
I realized recently, while I was cleaning out the living room closet, that I had almost two full copy paper boxes of old photographs. WTF?
In addition to all those pictures, I had two vintage photo albums, the kind with the cord ties and black construction paper pages. Two BRAND NEW vintage photo albums, because apparently they were too good to ever use either.
I started with my great-grandmom and my great-aunts and grandfather, because that's where the photos started. I'm working my way through my mom's early childhood at this point, and I've just started the second album. I think by the time I get through the second one, I'll have dealt with my own childhood.
I'm also not having a problem throwing photos away. If there were 10 pictures taken at the same family birthday party, I don't need to keep all 10. I need to keep one or 2 that have everyone in them, or a particularly good shot of someone I loved, but the rest of them can go in the recycling.
And the rest can go, with my thanks. Their work here is done.