old family photos

I stayed home for two days earlier this week with a hacking cough [hack hack]. I was in the in-between stage that I hate: Too sick to go share my "bug" at the office, too well to go to the emergency room. Too sick to mow my lawn (you folks up North can just be jealous), too well to be comatose.

That gave me time for a project that I've put off for a rainy weekend, which is to organize family photos. I have a ton of them. The first priority is the really, really old ones but they are all important, or at least the non-blurry photos that include people we know. Blurry photos of scenic shots just don't have any lasting appeal.

My main motive is to have them where I can grab and go if we have to evacuate due to a tornado or a hurricane. On Sunday I realized I didn't know where they were. After hours of searching I discovered I did a decent job a few years back of putting many of them in ring binders with those plastic (but "archival") sheet protectors. Problem was, I'd put them in a safe place, which in this house is a great way to lose all track until you stumble across them by accident. I'm still looking for the rest of them, including two I scanned last summer and then put in a safe place.

Here's one I found, fortunately. Taken about 1915 or 1916, it shows my dad (on the right) and his brother. You'd have to love it even if you didn't know who they were.