One of several slides found in a Kodak carousel, dated 1970. It’s been fun scanning them in and piecing their story together image by image. Judging by the other slides, this photo was taken at a small family get-together.
I was walking with my boyfriend to an event on Thanksgiving Day and I found this picture face down on the sidewalk. The back says “James 11-21-2012.” I’m assuming it came from the Rescue Mission down the street.
This note fell out of a book I bought at a thrift store. I can only imagine the backstory … mom pulls a freshly baked loaf of “omish” bread out of the oven and calls for Andrew to come in and enjoy some. Andrew comes to the table and looks at a loaf that resembles pound cake. “Yum! This will be sweet and delicious,” he thinks. The first bite brings about an entirely different sensation … sourdough. “Blech!” grunts Andrew spitting the partially chewed bite onto his place. “This is awful!” Later that night someone shares with Andrew how he has hurt his mother’s feelings. And so, filled with remorse Andrews pulls his Carolina Panthers notepad from his desk and writes his heartfelt apology.