My memories are disappearing. No, it is not yet Alzheimers, or as some might argue, the youthful indiscretions. It is digital media.
The kids and I are out visiting Grandma. We are having a good laugh looking through old photographs, admiring handmade birthday cards, and reading handwritten love letters. Than all of a sudden, our lives ended, around 2000. No printed photos. We had to go to the desktop, peruse the laptops and backup hard drives, than prowl fb. The funny emails we sent to each other were archived with file extentions you couldn’t make up, ‘.pst’. Yes, I was.
There is a new rule in the house. Make a hard copy. Print it out. Otherwise my kids will only be able to laugh about, and remember, their parent’s and grandparent’s lives with their children. And yes, I am printing this post.