Once Upon A Time
I'm not really sure how to begin, but I thought I could start here. Before Dolly was born... actually while I was pregnant with her, I decided to take all the random childhood photos of me growing up on the Last Resort that I had, and build a scrapbook photo album for my mom as a surprise. I'm pretty sure she doesn't get a chance to read my blog, so it's probably safe to write about it. Then last night I was looking through one of the thirty or so envelopes that are stuffed with pictures of the past and I decided that I'd start writing about them. It will end up being a book... memoirs of my past. I thought I didn't want to let go of the pictures completely so I'd scan them... of course if they're scanned they're easy to post so, I'll start methodically scanning and I'll write everything I remember when I see a picture. Eventually I'll have written something about almost every picture and then I'll start the gigantic task of chronologically ordering my book and filling in the gaps with unphotographed memories. I figured that I lived the first 20 years... I'll write about them in the next 20 years and then read it all again in the 20 years after that. A plan? Probably an overwhelmingly, insurmountable one, but I'm going to try to do it, and you know what? I'll probably get the photo album actually finished for my mom in the process! So, occasionally you might get to read a memory or two here on my blog, and in it I'll be able to share a bit of my past that seems to be so painfully gone**.
That's so sweet, memories are such an important part of our lives... so long as you don't become so busy looking back that you miss the present or lose sight of our future... all of us who love the Lord together forever with Him!
ReplyDeleteOf course you know I think memoirs are a fabulous idea. I've been working on mine for the past three and a half years and am not nearly done. I've tried to focus on the positive things, let the sad parts fall between the cracks, trusting that I've learned from past mistakes. I don't know if my children appreciate them but my grandchildren sure enjoy reading about their parents and their antics, as well as the old times.
ReplyDeleteTha sounds like a great idea! I can't wait to read them, especially since I remember the last resort as such a big part of my childhood too.... Spring Roundup, Cousin Miracle, the first time I ever drove a car and you put it in gear for me. Remember that? Lots of firsts happened at the Ranch. The first time I ever saw the insides of a rattlesnake as your Mom skinned it right in front of me, castrating cows with that purple aerosol stuff... cornbread baked in a big cast iron pot in the ground the size of a wheel. Well, it's your memoirs not mine... so I better stop rambling. But it all does bring back good memories!
ReplyDeleteThat is an awesome project. I have the writing part down... just need to organize pictues. I'll probably keep them separate...
ReplyDeleteI agree with Gramma, good memories and hilarious happenings always lift the spirit. We do need more of that. Look up and look forward, only backward with rose colored glasses. My most vivid memory of tha ranch is the early rising PEACOCKS!!!!
ReplyDeleteYou added our picture to my link!!! I have that picture framed on top of my piano right now. The frame that has Jeremiah 29:11 written around it... sweet memories. =) Do you have the one of us looking at each other in the R.B. Mtg. room? We were a bit older then and I don't know what happened to my copy of it. It was in my Bible for the longest time but I think it must have fallen out.
ReplyDeleteBeck, you sent me a printout copy of both that picture and the one in the RB meeting room. I think you had even put them in frames for me. I have an original photo of the one where we're walking, but not of the one in the meeting room. If you want a copy of what I have, I'd be glad to scan it for you, but the quality probably won't be that great.
ReplyDeleteWhat a job! Have fun and when you're done come over to my house. I've got lots more for you to do.
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