Actually, lost in the 1940s, ’50s, ’60s, etc. When I bought my new computer, I finally got around to organizing, at least a little, all the photos on the old one. When we sold our house in Wichita, I had a whole box full of pictures, in no particular order. Some were my grandparents, some were me as a baby, some were our grandchildren. I went through the box for duplicates and Brownie camera pictures that were too distant or too blurry to make out the people. You remember those before-digital pictures where you ordered duplicates in case you wanted to pass them on and they came out really bad? I took the remaining several thousand to a client of mine who did scanning of pictures on trade for his ads and I had them all on first a disc and later a thumb drive. I told LeRoy that “some winter”, I would get them organized. I was envisioning a wintry day by the heater, but of course winter in southern Arizona is never snowy and cold, so the job never got done. We were planning to take both computers to the Geek Squad to get everything transferred over, but I discovered that my Geek Squad account doesn’t cover data transfer. For half the price of having them do it, I purchased an external hard drive and now all those photos reside on the new computer.
In the meantime, I went through most of those photos, giving each one a real description and organizing in folders. It sounds simple enough, right? Not so true! I quickly got lost in the memories of each one, remembering the sights and people of my childhood, my children’s hand decorated birthday cakes, the birth of grandchildren and even a great grandchild. Bear with me a bit and I’ll show you a few.
This one is me in a rocking chair on the front porch of the farmhouse. My sisters can tell lots more details, but I think there’s a story about the old barn being blown away before I was born. If I’m wrong, I’m sure someone will correct me!
This picture was taken at the Brookville Hotel when it was still in Brookville, KS. We were celebrating my parents 40th wedding anniversary and all their grandchildren in the picture have “matured”! It’s hard to believe that the three older boys have all hit 60 and only one has yet to see 50. How time flies!
LeRoy’s dad died when he was three, so we only have a few pictures of them together. This one on the horse is about my favorite. LeRoy came along after 12 years of marriage, long after they had given up, so he was very precious to them.