Just to let you know… They are services who can repair any old photos you have that have been damaged or lost sharpness or have had color shifts over time. Ask around first as some do better work than others. My wife had some old family portraits of her sibs redone that had hung in her parents house for 50 years and they look like they were taken yesterday. All while preserving the original.
I’ve had experiences like yours going through family stuff. I discovered that a family member had donated land in my downtown for a black church for escaped slaves “The Anti-Slavery Methodist Church” A few years later it merged with a church that is still in existence today. Love letters between my parents when he was in Korea… Yeah, life was hard, family made it less hard. I think back to how poor we were when I was a kid and what life is like for people today… But I still get nostalgic for the corner drugstore malt (one, because getting one was so rare!) and the 10 cent comic books you’d mow lawns and pick up pops for…But mostly I miss the people I shared that all with…;-)))
You got your emergency teaching credential on the second anniversary of your dad's death without realizing it. I don't think that's a coincidence the universe made by accident. The good days don't wait for appropriate timing. They just show up, my friend.
Just to let you know… They are services who can repair any old photos you have that have been damaged or lost sharpness or have had color shifts over time. Ask around first as some do better work than others. My wife had some old family portraits of her sibs redone that had hung in her parents house for 50 years and they look like they were taken yesterday. All while preserving the original.
I’ve had experiences like yours going through family stuff. I discovered that a family member had donated land in my downtown for a black church for escaped slaves “The Anti-Slavery Methodist Church” A few years later it merged with a church that is still in existence today. Love letters between my parents when he was in Korea… Yeah, life was hard, family made it less hard. I think back to how poor we were when I was a kid and what life is like for people today… But I still get nostalgic for the corner drugstore malt (one, because getting one was so rare!) and the 10 cent comic books you’d mow lawns and pick up pops for…But mostly I miss the people I shared that all with…;-)))
Just to let you know the links to your Grandpa’s story in the article aren’t working…
You got your emergency teaching credential on the second anniversary of your dad's death without realizing it. I don't think that's a coincidence the universe made by accident. The good days don't wait for appropriate timing. They just show up, my friend.
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Love this newsletter!
Nostalgia
Memory - the raven I will miss the most when he fails to return
You are fortunate to have so much tangible documentation. I hope you have a responsible future steward for this treasure.