My favorite photo story ends up being about a lot of photos, how I got them and how much they mean to me...
...my mother is 85 now and there is not much she loves to do more than travel to see relatives...in her SUV...by herself...from California to Colorado (Daddy's family)...and on to Missouri (her family including one of her sisters)...and back home again. During her most recent trip she was given, and brought back, an amazing gift for me...
My Dad's mom was a packrat - she saved everything from balls of twine to rubber bands from the
Masuchi, Daddy and Jr. Bowman Looking out at the desert |
Our family pile went into one of the old 50's suitcases from the attic and came home with mom. When I visited in November she and I sat down and went through the treasures together and one of the things we found was a stack of pictures that my dad had sent to his mom and dad during his time in the Air Force during the Korean War!
Masuchi and Daddy in front of Rock Happy |
These were pictures of him and his buddies in Saudi Arabia that even my mom had never seen. We wondered if Daddy even remembered they were there. I had searched for years to find the base they were stationed at, to no avail and here was the menu for their Thanksgiving meal and banquet with the base (the name has changed) and the flight numbers that would allow me to track him in the records.
There were photos of my grandparents before they
were married that none of us had ever seen, and their Wedding books from the Church the minister was from...in German. My grandmother was the sibling who took care of things, she had kept a notebook with the rough drafts of the obituaries and wedding and anniversary announcements that she put in the local paper. Truly a genealogists dream!
So that is my favorite Photo...photos, well, then there is this one of my grandchildren...
Love all the photos and how wonderful that when it was time to clean out the stuff in the loft that they saved it until your Mom could get there and help go through it. So many times treasures like these end up in the trash or orphaned at a thrift shop somewhere
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