There are three drawers in the front bedroom that are full of family photos showing three generations. With the introduction of digital cameras and smart phones, we now take pictures; share them immediately and store them in our computers.
My Uncle Joe preserved hundreds of pictures on slides that my cousin, Charlie, recently shared with me via Drop Box. In many of these pictures, our family was living the great American dream of the mid –fifties as we traveled through the Smokey Mountains with aunts, uncles and cousins.
There is also a picture of Memaw’s and Granddaddy’s house the Christmas Aunt Helen made each of the children in the family a stocking with his/her name on it. The stockings were beautiful and made us feel very special.
What Uncle Joe didn’t take a picture of was the cedar Christmas tree. I think that was the year Memaw’s tree fell over twice and to make sure it didn’t fall again she tied a rope around its neck and wrapped the rope around a nail she hammered into the nearby wall. The technique worked, but the tree resembled a convicted criminal who had met his match.
In her journal Mother wrote, “Every day I try to live my life in such a way that I accomplish at least one thing that will outlive me and last for eternity. (Vernon Brewer of World Help)”
These pictures and the memories that go with them have outlived most of the grownups in them. They learned from their parents to make each day count, and they taught that lesson to their kids.
Really what else can you do?