For part of our annual family vacation, we spent a few quiet days in the mountains at a friend’s house. I feel so totally comfortable there mainly because the lady of the house was a scrapbooker. This year a new crop of albums showed up on the shelves and I was elated to take a peek into her past. She graduated from high school in 1941 from a school in my husband’s hometown…which was exciting to see familiar sites in her photographs. She also preserved the ephemera of her day too, luggage tags, WWII ration book, train tickets even her college transcript and school bill.
It’s hard to describe the elated feeling I had at looking at her fragile scrapbook and her handwriting. If I was happy that she took the time to preserve every photograph and greeting card, it gave me a huge sense a validation that one day my very own desendants may sit around and enjoy my many albums too.