When we were children we spent many a day sitting and playing on Grandma Morneau's porch. The house is gone now but the wonderful memories still linger.
Mom spent her entire youth in this home in Detroit, MI near the Michigan State Fairgrounds until she and my dad were married in 1938. As children, my brothers and I lived here for brief periods of time when my dad was in the war. I have fond memories of this house, neighborhood, and my grandparents who also lived here their entire lives until their passing in the late 70's.
Dad built our house and the boat we used on the lake. A great home for 6 children growing up and living on Cass Lake in Michigan. Swimming, skating, fishing, adventures in the woods...maple trees, elderberries, West Bloomfield High School and the 50's.
Most of us have that box of old photos and negatives of relatives. Memories and stories are captured in those markers of time.
As you look at one of them suddenly you are remembering, seeing things that no camera on earth could capture. We keep them as a way of keeping ourselves, as a way of keeping our stories and memories safe. To look at a picture we have forgotten is to remember and treasure that memory as a part of our lives.