When we had lived in Kearns and Jaime was almost three, there was a sister in our ward who had given us a Mother and Daughter scrapbook that she said she had but never used – and yet she had three daughters.
I made it a project for the two of us to work on and allowed Jai to pick all the pictures for the album and I would write about whatever the page instructed. I wrote most of it in cursive not realizing few schools would even teach cursive anymore. As with shorthand, cursive seems to be an art of the past.
I never had pretty handwriting. It’s somewhere between elementary and chicken scratch. It wasn’t until we had moved here and I was working on some updates that I decided to scan the scrapbook, change some of the pictures, and use a font which Jaime would be able to read. I don’t know how many pages I created. There are a few tacked to earlier posts such as the ones found here
I had hoped that Jaime would share my sentiment in preserving our legacy. She does not. At least not at this time. Perhaps when she is my age it will be more meaningful (that is if it doesn’t get lost in the sauce and forgotten)
In addition I have 12 binders of journaling from what I believed was her point of view. After we moved here I continued to create pages but hadn’t printed anything. There are volumes that will take up less space on a thumb drive than on a shelf.
