"Faded photographs..."

Day 3

Do you remember that song? It was really running through my mind this afternoon...mainly because just when I thought I was almost through organizing, I found...a big box.

Now, before I talk about that, please don't worry...This morning I had a leisurely time going to yard sales and strolling through a couple stores, reading my book- and just now, even got a little HGTV fix in.

But this morning I decided to do a little more work on my closet.
And that's when I found a big box...
where apparently my husband had done a little organizing of his own a few months back.
Inside, was everything from lost snapshots of both girls as toddlers...old cards to each one of us, received throughout the years... even souvenirs from my single days!

How such a mishmash of various seasons of my life could be all smashed together in a huge cardboard box is beyond me...but it sure makes for an interesting mood to see it all housing together like that. Just too many disjointed memories to take all in!

As I started sorting them, I took advantage of my alone time, though, by not hurrying too much. Picking up the old cards and reading them... pouring over pictures of my children and seeing just how much they've grown and changed.

And vaguely recalling that "other life" I had before I met my husband.
Just like the song goes, I literally found "tickets torn in half..."
To be completely honest, I've always led a fairly quiet life...but it was kind of a nice reminder that there were a few little flames here and there before I met the one I was waiting for! (Did an old boyfriend and I really get our pictures taken in a photo booth like that? And shame on it for resting dangerously near a sweet anniversary card from my husband!)

And then my mood shifted and I was back even further in time- to age fourteen. Because if that weren't enough- afterwards, I found two old photo albums, stored near the vanity table. Do you remember my post just last week of visiting my half nephew and his family? I mentioned that trip to Disneyland we went together on with my parents thirty years ago (30 years-this month!) and I had posted a picture.

Well, guess where all the other pictures of that trip were? Care to go a few steps with me on my little memory lane? Hold onto your headdress...

That's my nephew, R. who was then eleven- and fourteen year old me (I know- do the math) and a real Native American posing with us - I believe- at Knotts Berry Farm.

I think my dad told me to pose, just as Tigger and my nephew, R., were sizing each other up.

And I saved the best for last...

ARRRRR!
On that note, Matie, I will bid you a fond farewell on my last complete day alone. But I'll be visiting more of you tonight and saying hello...it's my one chance to try and get caught up in bloggityville!

And I just realized that my next post is my 200th! I'm not quite sure what I'll be doing yet, but I'll think of something- after all, I do have some time on my hands!

Blessings!