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A New Year’s Resolution…

4 Jan

…or not. You know how these things go.

I have been a member of The Daughters of the British Empire for almost twenty years, but our chapter has decided to disband. I have a ton of stuff to turn over to the District Board, so I had The Squire go out to the barn and get the most nearly empty plastic tub he could find.  Since I am still trying to go through my mom’s stuff, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone.

My mom - probably Easter the year she was 16.

My mom – probably Easter the year she was 16.

Well, the box he brought down was full of pictures. Photos of my mom as a teen, pictures of me a baby, shots my dad took at Pearl Harbor, and relatives, relatives, and more relatives.  I made up envelopes addressed to the descendants of most of these relations, and am busy sorting them out. The Squire offered to scan them and email them, but I know myself well enough (and I’ve known myself going on 73 years, now) to realize full-well that as long as those pictures are in the house, I will want to hang on to them, and then we’ll be right back where we started.

Away with you!

And, maybe – just maybe – I’ll be able to get rid of a box a month. Ought to  be through here by, oh…2017 or so.