Our landscape looks more like this:
Piles of snow and darkness all day have made it easier to lead the life of a scrapbooking troglodyte, the better to hunch over all these years of life, reunions, birthdays, children and Halley's Comet.
I have officially made it to the 1970s, which is a good thing. The bad thing is I've watched these people grow old. At first they are wearing gigantic bows and going to the rural school with their cousins, attending church, then getting married, and sailing off to Cuba. In a blink they are celebrating marriage milestones, being eulogized and buried.
(In my next life, I'm going to hire an archivist and just head to the beach.)
This really organized card table, once our daughter's changing table, has become pictorial HQ. Having sorted hundreds of pictures as chronologically as I can, I've photo cornered myself silly while listening to the news, The View, The Chew, Dr. Oz (who seems to have 17 shows a day), Anderson, Ellen, HGTV, and the news again.
There have been some surprises along the way:
(Such jokesters, those 1908 Illinoisans.)
And this is the incomplete result:
There are still documents and newspapers plus an entire box of unidentified relatives, which really bothers me. We have managed to track down a few cousins who may have duplicates, so I hope to identify at least some of these nameless folks.
I should be finishing up just in time to see our front lawn again.
And then it occurs to me, there are piles of Anna's wedding pictures. From last August. Waiting.
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