I hope everyone had a good Labor Day weekend! But it's never been my favorite holiday. It always means the end of summer--which already seemed much too short. :(
Frankly, I'm feeling a little nostalgic. For a while I've been meaning to plow through all the old slides and photographs taken over the years. They'll be digitized so I can give "albums" on CD to family members. Last weekend seemed a good time to start, and that meant a trip down memory lane.
It was like getting an idea for the new book I'm writing then digging deeper into the story and characters every day (with every photo) as I rediscovered moments from real life that had been half forgotten.
And what treasure I found! There was my younger son at three with his beaming smile, wearing the navy blue parka that he and his older brother wore in turn when they were each toddlers. I might use that image someday in a book. Then here was #1 son, about ten years old, playing street hockey. Hey, maybe one of my heroes shared his passion! And I saw my dignified father-in-law, lying on the floor playing with his first grandson at Christmastime. Then there was my mother-in-law, dancing as she loved to do, at her other grandson's wedding a few years ago. That memory could end up in a book, if not the one I'm writing now.
I found photos too of the houses where I've lived--some not clearly remembered until now like a plot idea I failed to write down in the middle of the night--and pictures of all the pets. A mutt and a Great Pyrenees, a parade of guinea pigs, five cats, one noble horse and even a six-foot long boa constrictor named Surge…treasured memories. I'm glad I kept them. All of them. This is Daisy, my cat now.
But where did the time go?
It's the end of summer again. Already. My trip this past weekend, not to the beach but down memory lane, is over, and autumn will soon officially be here.
A new season, another beginning. More memories to make. This will be the view from my house soon.
That new book is due in a couple of months. I'm off to work, and I'll certainly be giving this story's beleaguered single dad and the high-powered female lawyer who is everything he's turned his back on as much trouble as I can. I'll be sure to write everything down. And, just maybe, I'll use some of my own past here and there.
What's your best memory? Your favorite photo? Are you as swamped by hundreds of images and the feelings that go with them as I am right now? Make a comment here and let us all know.