Thursday, August 21, 2014


My little brother, five years old in 1975, 
and my Star Trek Explorers Set.
 What a cutie he was. And still is, I think; we haven't seen or talked to each other in years--part of the fallout of my mother's death.

I came across this photo because I'm weeding my photo albums:
in pre-Internet days I used to cut out newspaper articles about things like Hubert Humphrey's death and Princess Di's wedding and glue them into my photo albums. 

It's good stuff, but it's bulky, it's crumbling, and now I could find it all online.
I suppose working at the Thrift Store is making me think about what I am hauling around: do I want it? For how long? 
Not really.
Not anymore.
So I'm pulling up and throwing away clippings and also photos of out-of-focus Christmas trees. 

Of course I'm saving this photo and also the plastic Star Trek communicator you can see on the table--amazingly, somehow, I saved it all these years.


Bianca Castafiore? said...

double and triple guess yourself before disposing of photos. i had a burn fest with old photos some 20 years ago, knowing i could access them all in mine brain. i never anticipated the need to show someone else, to go, "look! look at this one!" love ya!

Fresca said...

La Bianca!
I hope you never burned the photos of your stunning performances in your jewels... They are beyond compare! As are you---thanks for writing.