A few days ago, I pulled it from the shelf because I was looking for something specific…those old pictures taken in the house I’m writing about on Fridays.
For the next hour or so, I was swept away as if I’d stepped into a time machine. There were Christmases past, animals who have gone to rainbow bridge, silly hairstyles and clothes, vacations, candid shots, birthdays and weddings. Memories played through my mind, bringing smiles, and I remembered each moment of time when the pictures were taken.
I realize technology has replaced the old way of taking pictures and having film developed. It’s very convenient to pull out a phone and take a picture. We then upload them to share on Facebook, occasionally print one out to put in a scrapbook, but we are missing something vital here.
My children don’t have boxes of pictures to pull out and recapture moments in their children’s lives. They are mostly stored on a phone and deleted to make room for new ones! We are losing the ability to share our family with future generations.
In many ways, we are becoming a people unconcerned with family values, the community of family, and the desire to pass on memories through pictures. It’s a lost art. And it saddens me.
Pictures capture moments of happiness, moments to look back upon with joy. We should all have at least one colorful box of memories to look through on a day when life is not so busy, when children are grown and one is all alone. A box to be treasured and passed on to the next generation. It’s more than a history book, it’s life at it’s best.