Beaded Monster
Approaching43
Approaching43
So with the exception of 15 months, I've spent the last 11 years in the photo industry. The 15 months away was spent as an assistant manager of an Archiver's, so pretty similar terrain. I can't tell you how many times people have come in needing to scan old photos or make reprints to prepare for a funeral. It's hard and emotional. But it's even harder and more emotional when it's for a mother's funeral. Almost without fail there is no good photo of mom alone. Why? Because she's just like the rest of us: 20 years younger and 40 pounds lighter in her head, and seeing herself in pictures reminds her that she's older and not as pretty as she used to be. So anytime someone aims a camera at her she tells them not to take the picture. I've heard variations of this story dozens of times from the family members that she's left behind. And they would love to have photos of her. They don't see the wrinkles or the extra chin. They see mom.
I put myself in my scrapbooks not because I think I'm all that and a bag of chips. I put myself in there - as morbid as it seems - because one day I'll be gone, and my kids will appreciate seeing me and reading my thoughts about me. Wouldn't you like to know more about your mom? Don't you cherish the few photos you have of her?
Sorry to be preachy, but after so many exchanges like the one I described I've become kind of passionate about it. We shouldn't feel silly or feel like we need to make excuses.
Blah blah blah. I haven't really proofed my journaling. I'll try tomorrow. If you see something that needs fixed, shout it out before I print it out. :)
Approaching43
Approaching43
So with the exception of 15 months, I've spent the last 11 years in the photo industry. The 15 months away was spent as an assistant manager of an Archiver's, so pretty similar terrain. I can't tell you how many times people have come in needing to scan old photos or make reprints to prepare for a funeral. It's hard and emotional. But it's even harder and more emotional when it's for a mother's funeral. Almost without fail there is no good photo of mom alone. Why? Because she's just like the rest of us: 20 years younger and 40 pounds lighter in her head, and seeing herself in pictures reminds her that she's older and not as pretty as she used to be. So anytime someone aims a camera at her she tells them not to take the picture. I've heard variations of this story dozens of times from the family members that she's left behind. And they would love to have photos of her. They don't see the wrinkles or the extra chin. They see mom.
I put myself in my scrapbooks not because I think I'm all that and a bag of chips. I put myself in there - as morbid as it seems - because one day I'll be gone, and my kids will appreciate seeing me and reading my thoughts about me. Wouldn't you like to know more about your mom? Don't you cherish the few photos you have of her?
Sorry to be preachy, but after so many exchanges like the one I described I've become kind of passionate about it. We shouldn't feel silly or feel like we need to make excuses.
Blah blah blah. I haven't really proofed my journaling. I'll try tomorrow. If you see something that needs fixed, shout it out before I print it out. :)