As one or two here may recall, I got possession of my mother's family photo albums last summer. The books were disintegrating and the pictures were fading or otherwise damaged, so I undertook the task of scanning all the photos, restoring and color correcting them, then arranging them and finally creating a DVD photo album for distribution to all the relatives.
I would have been done before Christmas, but my sister in law happened to send me a holiday package that included quite a few family snaps that I didn't know about. The timing couldn't have been better nor the coincidence greater (she had no knowledge of my work). So I delayed finalizing things until I had a chance to add the new photos (including many of me- quite a few I didn't know even existed).
So, after all these months, it's finished. I gave the first copy of the DVD to my sister who lives here in Dallas, and I knew I'd done good when she called me up and freaked. She declared it was so good I should submit it to a contest and go for a reward (although what contest and which prize remains a mystery to me).
It's hard to explain or describe the mental stages I went through while putting this together. Although it started out as just a personal desire to protect and renew the family legacy, it became far more. Throughout the process I was forced to look closely and long at the faces of people long gone. I had to sit here and try to bring my parents, my brothers, and other relatives and friends back from death. In a way I succeeded- in a way they ended up possessing and haunting me. They spoke to me. They smiled at me. They posed for me. They revealed a great many secrets to me as I put their lives back together so those who remain can remember their childhoods.
It was depressing. It was astonishing. It was heartening. It was a way to put many things to rest and to say things to them I hadn't had the chance to say before, and I knew they heard me and understood.
I'm a better person for having gone through this. I learned a few things about my family AND about myself, and I believe my remaining years will be richer for it.
This is something you all need to explore- if not to protect and preserve your family history, then simply to look and remember! I'm not even talking about going through the technical process I went through- I'm simply suggesting you dust off the old albums, sit down and look at the pictures again. Remember your lives. Remember your parents. Remember your friends. Remember.
You won't regret it. I guarantee it.
My mother as a teenager, with her friend Barney and a cat