Her name was Elnora Christina Borgen Reed… Nora was her common name. I didn’t know her, but she knew me. For the first six months of my life I believe she may have held me, maybe sang to me, definitely prayed for me. They were the last six months of her life. Continue reading “Passing time and snapping fingers”
This is what’s left of a gift from my dad. He bought me the entire set of encyclopedia books, but this is the only thing I kept after Google came into being. Partly because I’m a word geek, but mainly because of the inside note you see here with his handwriting. 1968. These items will never be found in a landfill. Treasures. Continue reading “Time well spent”
If you’re old enough you should remember the day when taking a photograph involved quite the procedure. My mom had what I think was a Kodak Brownie camera (? maybe) that she was ecstatic about. The process was slow. Film to buy at a store and then load into the camera. Then you had to remember to advance the film after taking the picture or risk double exposures. And the blinding flash that was so easy to forget to use, and of course when you really needed it you’d learn the bulb was burned out. Yes, little bitty light bulbs. Yes, we had to replace them. Yes, in a CAMERA, children of today!!! Then you had to use up all the film before having the pictures processed. Which always resulted in random shots of nothingness. Often we had more random nothings than good pictures.
Back in those days in order to even look at the picture you just took it required printing them, which was a 10 day-2 week process. You waited all that time, sifted through 12 to 24 to 36 to 48 prints for possibly that ONE picture you really wanted to see. And often, every stinking one of them was icky and unusable. Useful only for gag gifts or the like.