Home Again
Bell and I are back from our brief sojourn with Mom and I'm already missing the crystalline quiet of Owen Sound evenings. I'm back with renewed resolve, however, to tackle the clutter monster here, as I dove into my mother's version of that briefly while I was there. We managed to secure slightly safer storage of her vast collection of photos, but there is much for her to do just to make sense of the huge pile. My own is much smaller, but needs similar close attention.
It's a very important bequest, the photographic history of a family. I need to lose no more time recording what I know of the pictures I have. Neither Mom nor I can tell all of the stories in our heads, but we can try to put meaning to the ephemera that we have to leave behind.