Another quickie today. Last week, I took off a couple of hours early one afternoon to run some errands. I finished up quickly and still had about an hour before Cassidy finished with track practice, so I headed over to our local bookstore (I am SO happy that Murray has a good bookstore!), grabbed a cup of hot chocolate, and spent some time browsing the shelves. I picked up this slim little volume and tucked myself into a comfy chair in a corner, then devoured it right then and there. I can't recommend it highly enough! (I'll do an "official" review later this week).
So much of what she had to say resonated so strongly with me, but one statement in particular had me scrabbling in my bag for a notepad and pen.
"I heard once that the average person barely knows ten stories from childhood and those are based moer on photographs and retellings than memory." (p.4)
Why do we forget so many things? Do we only have a finite capability for storing memories, and as new ones happen, older ones are pushed out? Or does it have something to do with age -- as kids, are we so busy living in the moment that we fail to stop and really impress a scene upon our mind's eye, knowing that later we will want to relive it? Does that appreciation come only as we get older and learn what we have to lose by forgetting? Regardless, reading this book not only reaffirmed my urge to record our lives for my girls, to tell them all the things I don't get a chance to say daily, through my scrapbooks.
But it also awakened in me a stronger urge to get my own memories scrapped. For a while now, I've been meaning to create a series of scrapbook pages that chronicle random memories I have of my own childhood -- even if they are just fleeting glimpses of a landscape, a room, a sound, a moment. Those memories are important and shouldn't be lost. The details of this idea are becoming clearer to me, and I think I have a format that will work. I'm looking forward to sharing some of these with you soon.
In the meantime, I have two more scrappy pages to share. Thanks for your comments on my earlier pages. I don't scrap nearly as often as I'd like, but having to prioritize my time like this does mean that I make sure I get the important stories told. So it's a good and bad thing, I guess.
**Note: This is a page that falls into that group of pages from my childhood that I just spoke about. I'm glad I was able to record this little snippet, and I'm looking forward to recording more.
CREDITS: Ciao Bella Spring by Leora Sanford
CREDITS: Nature Boy by Emily Powers
