Journaling:
I saw this picture on my brother’s Facebook page, and tears sprung to my eyes, and I knew that I had to scrap it. This is the Super 8 movie projector that my Grandpa Ed had at his house. He took so many home movies, and when he died, my Dad inherited the projector and the movies. At Christmas we would take them all out, put a sheet on the wall, gather with family, and laugh and cry at all the memories. Now that the entire generation is gone, and most of my parents’ generation have passed on, these movies are like gold to me. For just that moment, when the ticking of the film through the projector is running, and the images of loved ones move across the screen, just for a moment - a brief moment - they are alive again! Time never changes the memories or the faces of loved ones dear to me. My precious family is more than an heirloom to me.
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