I’m hooked
I think it started when I was a little kid and we would get out the family photo albums.
I was fascinated by images of my relatives who inhabited those long black pages. The crinkle cut photos gently held in place with photo corners were a treasure.
I was always curious about the story of who they were, how they were related to me, and why they all wore hats!
It wasn’t until my mother passed that I wished I had asked more questions.