Scrapbooking
Yesterday the Spanish Club at my school sponsored an all-day scrapbooking event. I've been meaning to go to one for years and I'm so glad I finally did! The hours were from 9 am to 9 pm, and although I arrived promptly at 9, I didn't make it to the finish line. But I did last longer than expected, until 5:30, and managed to complete 15 pages of my current project of restoring my tattered high school theatre scrapbook. And oh, the memories!
As I carefully removed the photos and memorabilia from the disintegrating pages of the book that I lovingly completed forty years ago, I would occasionally pause and smile at the faces that looked back at me and wonder what they were up to now.
I need to join Facebook. And I need to do more scrapbooking. Damaging amounts of acid are eating away at my childhood photos in those old albums even as I type. I hope to spend many a happy hour of retirement turning my old albums into beautiful memory books. And maybe I should even think about going to my high school reunion.
As I carefully removed the photos and memorabilia from the disintegrating pages of the book that I lovingly completed forty years ago, I would occasionally pause and smile at the faces that looked back at me and wonder what they were up to now.
I need to join Facebook. And I need to do more scrapbooking. Damaging amounts of acid are eating away at my childhood photos in those old albums even as I type. I hope to spend many a happy hour of retirement turning my old albums into beautiful memory books. And maybe I should even think about going to my high school reunion.