I don't know how to begin to describe how wonderful it was to work on my Dad's slides for the past 10 days. It became my full-time job and was very tedious at times, and even wreaked a little bit of havoc on my neck/shoulders/lower back from sitting hunched over at the dining table for hours on end.  BUT (and that's a BIG BUT) I was able to see my childhood through a new lens and it brought healing and peace to my soul. Below: Grandma Lillian holding me and Grandpa Linton holding Charmaine (in San Angelo, Texas) I loved seeing every single picture that included a visit to Grandma Zoe's house. I remember the layout of her home so well in my mind's eye, but seeing all the details again was wonderful. Below: Charmaine and me washing dishes in Grandma's sink. Another year, when I was younger, this is the same sink in the background but with different curtains. Pictured: me, Charmaine, and Mom   I had forgotten pretty much every gift I ever received for Christmasas a

I wish that's what I could do literally nonstop: family history, family history, and more family history. I wish I didn't have to eat, sleep, clean, get groceries, do my laundry, pull weeds, or pretty much anything else. (Except for sewing . . . I do love to sew) My trip to CA was filled with opportunities to do so many things with my family history, and I was sad to get in my car and drive far away from all of it.  But . . . I am working on two huge projects relating to my family history while I'm now at home in Idaho. The first one is to digitize the 2,000 +/- slides that I brought back with me. My dad cautiously allowed me to take all of them up to Idaho, and I know that he has a huge amount of trust in me to take good care of them. And I will!  I spent a good portion of the day on Friday organizing all the boxes (or batches) of slides. Some of them were in the wrong box and mingled with slides from a completely different year. Many of them were out of order within each