You see, my dad used to take lots of pictures in slide format. We had one of those projectors that used the round carriage you filled with slides so you could
My mission now is to transfer all of these to digital format and put together some digital scrapbooks for my brother and sister, ostensibly as part of their Christmas presents. (BTW, Vicki and/or Ron, if you're reading this, just pretend you don't now what I'm up to, okay?)
I haven't gotten very far with the project yet, but here's a pic of me, circa 1960, playing in the tulip bed at our house. I was four. Should you wish to do the math, feel free. LOL
Once I get through all the slides, it will be time to dig out that box of letters that mom saved. There are many, many bundles, sorted by date (roughly). They are the letters exchanged between mom and dad while dad was in the Navy during World War II. There are a few other bits of correspondence in there, too. I confess that I haven't looked at them with much detail yet. I'm beginning to be quite curious about the stories that will unfold in their pages, however.
Anyway, whatever you're doing this weekend, have a great time and be safe.
If you're an American, celebrate the 4th by doing the typical stuff -- getting sunburned, eating too much, drinking (possibly too much), and (a) attempting to blow yourself up with fireworks, (b) keeping others from blowing you and your stuff up with fireworks, (c) reassuring your pets that the fireworks aren't going to blow them up, (d) watching BIG fireworks being blown up by professionals, or (e) all of the above!