My Family Scrapbooks

     Scrapbooks are the history of a family. There is laughter, sometimes tears, and quite often a quiet yearning for the lost innocence of our youth or even your parents' youth if you feel yours is not that interesting. Through the years I had amassed a veritable maelstorm of pictures. They were everywhere in my house. They were in drawers, boxes, letters, some were being used as bookmarks. They were behind my bed, under my couch, in the cupboards, and a few were even in the glove box of my car. I had pictures laying around everywhere but in my purse to show people when I talked about my family. I decided one quiet, rainy weekend, to gather them all together and organize them somehow. There were pictures of me and my brother, my father and mother, pictures of my greatgrandparents, my grandparents, pictures of my children's father and his mother when he was young. There were pictures of my children, my stepchildren, and a very few of my husband's mother and father. All told there were five generations between three families. It took almost that whole weekend to find, gather, sort, and then, very painstakingly go through them one by one and put them in chronological order. It took two large scrapbooks to store them all but I finally did it. The end result was quite the family history. I am so proud that I took the time and did this, not only is my house cleaner but when my grandchildren come over one of their favorite books to look at is The Parents Books. Why did you have the fish Nanna? Where was this?  How old was you here?  The questions go and on all afternoon if I am lucky. Because of those books I have a little piece of my families' (all of them) history, right there, for all my world to see, learn, and remember.