Why my closets are messy!

Since the weather outside is freightful, and our woodburner felt so delightful, I started the task of cleaning out.... rooms, closets, boxes. You name it, I was intending on cleaning it out. THIS weekend! It was happening- no excuses, if I didn't use it within the last six monthes it was going! Look out Goodwill, Salvation Army, Resale Shops, Kennedy, Brooklyn..and even .. (oops, don't tell their mommies!!) First task at hand the livingroom closet. Full of coats, books, wrapping paper, cards and photo albums! PHOTO ALBUMS !!!! UGHHH!!!

And then it happened! (enter background music from your favorite horror movie here) when it was just to dark in the room to see the pictures any more. Just when my tissues were all gone. I realized I had managed to spend 3 hours carefully turning each and every page of each and every photo album in that closet. Obviously, well worth it, looking back at wedding pictures, babies, graduations, christmas's past...

I came upon these two pictures and thought I would share:

I believe this picture was taken in 1987 or 1988. It probably would have been Grandma Trescott's last christmas with us.

This picture was taken in 1982,(I think) at the Christmas party at Grace's house.

Then it hit me! I wonder where all those old family photos of mom's might be??? Most of you remember putting the tables together at Thanksgiving with the blue cups and gold silverware, graduation parties where the boys got dunked in some form of water, backyard Volleyball games, Sunday afternoon picnics, all the weddings, and even a reunion or two.

Needless to say, one phone call and a road trip to Louisville later, and in true "Becky" fashion, I now have, in my possession; One rather large, dusty, banana box full of black and white, and color Trescott memories. (and messy closets) By the way, it was under the bed on the east side, of the west wall, next to the thing dad built.

So you might want to check this blog frequently, I'm just saying.....

Happy Blogging, Becky!