Backstory, Now They are Gone.
I am a mom. My kids go to school. Christmas break just ended. Eighteen days they were home. These are Christmas, New Years and all the other Holiday event days off. There is so much going on, it is almost overwhelming. Okay, it is overwhelming. Now, the house is quiet and I am perusing thru the all the photos I did take. What a time.
Surprisingly, there are more poignant photos, and ones that cause me to remember the moment, to reflect back. Journaling the moment, the thoughts and the back story are going to be big for us now. The Backstory, is the history or background of the event or memory. The photos I took after we got home from the big church banquet in the mountains, and the amazing conversations we had coming down the mountain. I haven’t done the page yet, but it is coming and I am excited about it also.
As scrapbookers, we can open a Christmas or Birthday kit and the photos and groan. We have scrapped so many of these memories. This happened and then this is the presents, these are the people there. What if you took one of those events and did more in depth page of the story behind it. Why you had the party at this particular place, what what had to happen to get it reserved or why that day?
The evening spent talking about their older brother, (we don’t see much anymore) how he made us parents first. Our thoughts. My boys ate it up, the questions they asked were thought provoking and emotional. Growing up, all our kids do it. As memory keepers, sometimes the memory may not be the big award, or the new outfit, or even the first time (INSERT event here). Sometimes that memory, maybe sitting down and writing the feelings or backstory to the memory. Then there are pages that need no words, just a photo and a title. The conversation that can come out of that page can fill hours of heart beats. I saw this page by Jaye, and it made me think. Think of those that are gone, and their stories have not be fully told.
The best part of going this route in creating a page, is you do not even need a photo taken that particular day of memory, or a photo at all. Just your fingers on the keyboard and letting the thoughts pour out. No worries about grammar, and spell check is always close by. Just tell the behind the scene or record the heart of anything and make a page to tuck in a book for generations to read and learn.
The silence is nice. I like the time alone, because I can create. The creating from the silence has been germinated in the loud boisterous time my boys were home from school.
Is it 3pm yet?
