There is, of course, my 66 years worth of memories, which include every scrap of school paper and art work my two sons produced as they grew up.
Then there's the reams of pictures, World War II memorabilia, and every other thing that my 97 year old step-father left me to sort through. People in my family don't throw out anything! (I found cancelled checks from the 1960's!)
My beloved Aunt Dori lived to be 90 years old, and yes- I have lots of her stuff also.
Then there's my mother's Italian and French relative's pictures from the 1920's- none that I even recognize.
And let's not forget my father's Bohemian genealogy! OY VEY!!
So, with a great trepidation I dove in.-- Alright, "dove" is an exaggeration! I "dragged" myself to the lower level, tempted to chain myself to the treadmill until I got "something" done.
I've been blessed (or cursed) with a long memory- one that goes back to when I was two or three. I've been amazed, and rather shocked at how vivid some of those early childhood memories are! In sorting through some of these old photos, I was walking back in time.
I got quite a chuckle looking at my modeling pictures. Wow, how the high fashion look has changed!
|The "High Fashion" look of the late 1960's!|
I sorted through 39 years of my flight Attendant career. I got a bit weepy reading all my wonderful passenger compliment letters,
For all of you who wondered where I disappeared to- you now have the answer. I've missed sharing my traveling and exploring adventures, and am looking forward to posting away as I again take to the road, the air, and maybe even the rails! Until next time- remember that life is an extraordinary adventure, even when it's a bumpy ride!