Old Pictures..........

My Mom at Eigthteen....
I remember when I was growing up and having to sit through those boring and drawn out moments of "picture time". Anytime I would visit a relative it was time to drag out the pictures of people that I didn't know or have any memory of and listen to all the adults in the room laugh and tell stories pertaining to the photo. Now it's different....I find I am enthralled with the stories and 'blasts from the past" and I hunger for more. To see my parents when they were young and how my own children resemble them is nothing more than "mind blowing"! Hanging all the pictures in my mom's new place makes me realize how important her memories are to her and that this world is her comfort zone. As I walk down the halls of this beautiful retirement center where she now lives I see so many residents that sit alone and NEVER have anyone visit and their walls in their rooms are bare. Pictures are important, our connection with our family and ancestors is important. The foundation of who we are is because of the blood that travels in our veins from generations of family. How we mold that foundation is up to us. So now every picture that I hang or look at has new meaning and becomes a treasured part of LIFE.......