The past two or three weeks I have been making a trip down memory lane. In the 1960s, ‘70s, and even ‘80s, I had taken hundreds of pictures of our family vacations and special days. All those pictures were on slides, but I had no slide projector on which to view them. My daughter loaned me her machine to digitalize them.
What did I find?—a few hundred lovely landscapes which I couldn’t identify. I tossed them in a paper bag to be thrown away.
There were slides of the first Christmas my husband and I spent together after we met. I had made us matching shirts as a gift. In the photos, I could see we were both in love, although I’d probably have denied it if asked at the time. There were pictures of our mobile home in Interlaken, New York, where we lived while he attended Cornell and I taught in the elementary school; Richard’s graduation from college while I was in maternity clothes; our home in New Brunswick, New Jersey where he studied to become a minister and another graduation. Throughout those years were many pictures of our young son’s birthdays, our first church with him as the pastor, and our daughter who came on the scene as a toddler, and more pictures with her adoring brother.
Now the slides are digital and available. I must say that it is hard to believe I actually looked like those slides. “A picture is worth a thousand words.” That is true for my memory!