{"id":3500,"date":"2009-07-05T09:35:00","date_gmt":"2009-07-05T16:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cahighways.org\/wordpress\/?p=3500"},"modified":"2009-07-05T09:35:00","modified_gmt":"2009-07-05T16:35:00","slug":"fathers-and-photographs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cahighways.org\/wordpress\/?p=3500","title":{"rendered":"Fathers and Photographs"},"content":{"rendered":"

My father died in 2004 (story at grandpa_a<\/a>). One of the various collections I inherited*<\/sup> was his collection of photo albums… at least 200 of them. Although my dad had lots of cameras, he wasn\u2019t the best of photographers. There were a fair amount of blurry pictures, which he would dutifully put in albums. He would also go on lots of accounting seminar trips with my mom, and take loads of pictures of scenery and random people (I have a picture from 1977 in front of me labeled \u201cGeorge. George\u2019s Wife\u201d — I have no idea who George is). There are also a fair number of pictures of clients and people who may have been dear to my parents, but whom have no meaning to me. So I\u2019ve been going through these pictures and condensing the albums. I\u2019ve been tossing pictures that have faded beyond visibility (old color film does this when stored in a garage). I\u2019ve been tossing scenery without meaning. I\u2019ve been tossing pictures of people I don\u2019t know. So far, I\u2019ve condensed 48 albums into 7½ albums, and I\u2019m up to the beginning of 1978. I\u2019m sure things will go even faster after I move out of the house in 1979.<\/p>\n

In doing this process, I\u2019ve learned quite a bit about photos and building photo albums. I\u2019ve realized that the albums I\u2019ve assessmbled of my family probably suffer the same problem as my dad\u2019s did. Here\u2019s what I\u2019ve learned; perhaps you will find this advice useful:<\/p>\n