Save That One For The Book---Remembering, Reminiscing, & Re-pasting

As part of the Saturday Evening Blog Post at Elizabeth Ester's place, I plucked my favorite post from a short blogging selection. Just started a little over a month ago. In here you'll find two sisters, in not a perfect childhood, but finding all it's goodness along the way. Plus share your journey too. If you don't have a Sis, you're in the right place. Many Sis's in Christ are found along our paths here in bloggy world. They need you, as much as you need them. Thanks for stopping by my place.



Save That One For The Book---Remembering, Reminiscing, & Re-pasting


Plastic-wrapped pages, a book, some glue, random pictures, several memories and I’m set. Little did I know “set” wasn’t just glue-slapping pictures.

As my Sis and I dusted off the many moments stored under layers of life, we discovered more. Fragments filed behind today, yesterday, and all things bigger or better.


Pieces lost along the way.


Shelved behind the stuff of other things. Waiting. To be rediscovered.


Scrapbook-“a book with blank pages used for the mounting and preserving of pictures, clippings, or other mementos.”


Intimidating blank pages. So many, too many it seems.



With “Operation Scrapbook” in motion, our collective fragment gathering begins. Not only as a gift to our parents, but also to ourselves.



Recalling moments. Some forgotten, others buried, many shared, and ones not there. A thing I never thought of. Remembering moments that never came, because they never were. Yet pulled from the rubble, many others rediscovered.



Tagged in bold: “Alf”, “Greatest American Hero”, “Love Boat”, “Fantasy Island”, “E.T.”, and LOTS of “Favorite Memories” innocently arrive. My “inbox” now full, they patiently wait to be unbolded. Finding their place with the other “read” things. In it discovering life, my life, our life, this life.




Those not so remembered moments searched for its re-pasting, for The Book. Under life we find them.



As a small wave rolls into an ever bigger one, so our fun rolls into laughter. A morning of dusting off little pieces of goodness. Family. Imperfect yet shared , endured, loved, and lived together.




With “Elmer’s” no-wrinkle, dual tip glue pen, the slapping begins. Not only of family photos, but also, printed memories swapped between giggling sisters. Not being a serial scrapbooker or serious craft-er, I grope for creative juices to piece our fragments together. With flair.




Blank pages now brimming with scrapbooky doo-dads, family photos, memory “tattoos” (lost memories located more permanently), the last page is here. Arrived. Not someone just walked in arrived, rather the end of The Book, arrived. How quickly it has come. The end.




However not The End all. It’s here I find, beginning. Waiting to be discovered. Shared, endured, loved and lived together. Photo taking, Memory making, discovery staking, and glue pen pasting. Scraps of life filling blank pages. More imperfect life living to do. Together, with a dusting of laughter.




Just SOME of “inbox” messages labeled “Favorite Memories” swapped between my Sis and Me:


-Favorite Memory (Tammy & Michelle): playing “Pacman”, “Space Invaders”, “Aestoroids” video games at every convenience store we could find

-Michelle writes: “In high school we went to Taco Bell almost EVERY day and got a bean burrito”
Tammy’s reply: “Hey, YOU got bean burritos, I got tacos!

-Favorite memory: Having breakfast for dinner!!

-Favorite memory (Tammy & Michelle): playing on the hayrings on the farm

-Favorite memory Tammy: Calvin Klein & Jordache jeans

-Favorite memory (Tammy & Michelle): Shirley Temples at Red Lobster (on our Birthdays)


Feel free to “glue” some of your rediscovered fragments here. You may have to dig, but then again, maybe not…