This is one of my favorite pictures. The quality isn’t that great – you can’t even see the faces of the subjects, but the memory attached to it is priceless to me. My grandpa was an avid golfer. He spent literally half of his life on the golf course. This was taken the last time Grandpa was able to go out to a course. He was dying of leukemia that summer and got this one last chance to go out while my mom, aunts and uncles (who played in this golf tournament with him every year) were playing. I snapped this as he was driving out to a green with my mom and my aunt. It makes me think of him driving off into the sunset, enjoying the end of his life the way he lived it. Of all the great photos we got that day of people smiling, hugging and golfing, this is truly everyone’s favorite.
I know the story behind this photo, that’s why I love it. I watch my mom’s reaction when she sees this photo and that’s why I love it. However…. someday, someone won’t know that story. Someday, someone may actually not even know who the backs of the heads in the photo belong to. Someday, someone may throw this photo away because it looks like a bad picture that didn’t get taken when the subjects were looking at the camera. They won’t know that this was the best picture on Grandpa’s best day and such a special bookend to his very active life.
The stories behind your photos are important. Tell them. We know it – it is why we spend timing making scrapbooks. I love to be creative, but the storytelling is every bit as important as the creativity. My friends tell me they don’t have kids, so they don’t scrapbook…they don’t have time, so they don’t scrapbook. What they are really telling me is they don’t understand how valuable it is, so they don’t make the time. Molly said recently “if people could know what it feels like to have scrapbooks – everyone would make time to do this.”
Our stories are so important. Your family (even generations from now) will thank you.