Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Boxes and Boxes...of Pictures

As I roam through closets and drawers, I keep finding pictures. I think they have been breeding in the dark recesses of the boxes. A year or so ago I went through the thousands of pictures we have all over the house. I needed to cull out a lot of them. Let's face it 15 pictures of the dog under the tree is a little much. And of course there are a lot of pictures of the kids when they were little. There are pictures of flowers, birds, the Christmas tree and presents. I've got kids in every stage of dress, school pictures, Santa pictures and on and on. I've got pictures of class projects that the kids "worked" on, and just what grade did I get on it? I've got pictures of flower gardens and vegetable gardens from start to finish. Birthday cakes and presents, including Traci's first boy-girl birthday party. I could blackmail some kids with pictures of that Halloween party where one of the girls came dressed (or well covered)only to change into less. I've got concert pictures and rodeo pictures. Is Barry Manilow's nose really that big? Was Gretchen Wilson really here for the party and how come we weren't invited? There are pictures of the Christmas tree going up and decorated. There are pictures of our Dickens Village from start to finish in every place we have lived.

When I last went through all (I thought)the pictures I made a collection of pictures of all of the family. These were framed and hung on the wall which we have referred to as the "Wall of Shame". From when the kids were little to the kids with their kids and memories of all the other family members who are no longer with us. I have a lot of respect for the guys who have to decide what pictures will go into a magazine, now. That is a lot of work trying to get a good family grouping.

I thought I had gone through all the boxes. And yet the more I dig, the more I find. I thought I went through that box. I don't remember this box of pictures. Seems like every where I look I find another box. That doesn't even include all the framed pictures that are in drawers or other boxes. And I won't even discuss all the pictures that Amanda had in many,many, many frames under her bed.

Maybe I should just stop looking for a while. Are pictures like rabbits? How does one box of pictures become four boxes? Enough all ready. I quit!

4 comments:

bazza27 said...

Sometimes you've just got to be ruthless. You reckon 15 pictures of the dog under a tree is too much, WRONG!, 2 pictures of the dog under a tree is too much.

Dr.John said...

Your job, if you wish to take it, is to scan all those pictures into the computer and identify them with clear captions. If you don't or at least write the information on the back fufty yyears from now your desecndants will be saying " I wonder who this is standing next to that rhino statue. Couyld it be great Aunt Bessie?You owe it to the future to do the work. That's your assignmen, if you want to take it. This comment will delf desstruct in 30 secons. 30,29 , 28.....

Betty said...

My hubby just gave you a suggestion but even when you get them on the commputer you have a hard time throwing the prints away.

jan said...

As an inveterate pack rat I can only offer understanding but not advice.