Sign In | Create an Account | Welcome, . My Account | Logout | Subscribe | Submit News | Staff Contacts | All Access E-Edition | Home RSS

Being a sentimental fool

January 2, 2012 - Linda Lobeck
The older I get the more sentimental I become. I enjoy getting gifts as well as sending ones that have some special meaning — ones that evoke memories of past times.

It might mean I have more time to reflect on the past or just that I’m a sentimental fool, but I enjoy talking about my parents as well as other family members to my kids. I want to pass along these memories and experiences so they can also share in them.

At Christmas this year I decided to do something with pictures I had scraped up of my Dad who has been gone for nearly 30 years of my life. Even when he was alive, he wasn’t a fan of getting pictures taken. We used to laughingly refer to him as a moving target — he would dart out of the room if he saw someone with a camera. My kids certainly have no memories of him, so pictures and stories from the past are their only link.

I enjoy using my present from my husband last year — a new printer-scanner-copier — to scan in old pictures of my parents as well as my sisters and I.

My younger sister must have been thinking along the same lines when she worked daily to get special quilts ready for my older sister and I and my son. I wasn’t anticipating that and started to cry when I saw it. That’s not normally my reaction to a gift, but it really touched me. Hence the sentimental fool title I’ve given myself.

In order to preserve memories, I’ve been known to be a shutter bug annoying my kids and other family members by taking pictures. And with my digital camera it is certainly easy to share those instant photos with eveyrone. But I guess that’s just my way of making sure we have pictures to pass along to my grandchildren and great-grandchildren some day.

My grandmother did a lot of that and I have many pictures that she passed along to me with dates and people identified on the back. Unfortunately, some of them had heads cut off — my grandmother was only five feet tall with high heels on.

I thought at one time that wasn’t necessary to write on the back of pictures, but now I know why she did. Even looking at pictures today of my kids, i have to think twice who it is and I’m glad that I wrote on the back of the pictures along with dates. The boys looked so much alike as babies and toddlers before changing into more different features making them easier to distinguish in pictures today.

I guess everyone needs at least one in a family who clings to the past and keeps a record through pictures to pass along. And I don’t really mind being that sentimental fool!


Article Comments

No comments posted for this article.

Post a Comment

You must first login before you can comment.

*Your email address:
Remember my email address.


I am looking for:
News, Blogs & Events Web

Blog Photos

My Dad trying to avoid the camera one Christmas!