Day 12 – I can’t think of anything to write tonight.
I spent the evening scanning some old photos into the computer. Some were 91 years old. I took them from my mom’s yesterday. Since I’ve been spending a lot of time scanning my dad’s old slides into the computer to preserve them, I thought I should do the photos as well.

This photo is from 1923. My dad is the littlest child holding his nose. The woman second from the right in dark clothing is my great-grandmother from the Shetland Islands (mentioned in a post last week about Vikings).
I’ve discovered that there were actually a lot more photos of me as a child than I thought there were. Some I can’t remember ever seeing before. I used to joke that, as the fourth child, I had to crawl into the scene just to have my photo taken. I thought I was the original photo-bomber.

Turns out this wasn’t true and I have to apologize to my younger sister, the fifth child, because there really aren’t many photos of her as a child.
Seeing myself as a child has me rethinking the story I tell myself about my childhood. Memory is such a funny thing and the things we tell ourselves about our past may have become distorted over the years. When I’ve finished scanning, I’m going to have a good look at those photos of me and discover what she has to tell me.
Now here it is your moment of mosaic. A second century AD mosaic from the Vatican Museums. I love the flounce around the picture.

1923 . . . I used to think that was a VERY long time ago. Doesn’t seem so now. Time has been speeding up these past few years. Lovely family photographs.
– the other Adele
Love the pictures! My Dad had the same red sweater with the Buffalo on it!
I wonder where they bought them. They look homemade but probably aren’t if they both had them.