There comes a time in everyone's year where you realize the time has come. Whether that time is to sell the house or to mow the lawn doesn't matter. The time has come to do something you don't want to do but know it has to be done so you put on your big girl pants and dig in.
Then there are those things that are totally avoidable for long periods of time. They hide themselves in the deep dark recesses of the rarely accessed storage units like this one:
Inherited from Grandmother Burkhalter, a lovely piece that has served us well, it has a mirror, a matching armoir, and a bed frame - anyone interested?
Why would we be willing to part with such an heirloom you might ask?
It was a hard decision but, it seems we have been harboring relics from our past in such places to the point that we no longer even have the ability to enjoy them. Anyone know what to do with these? LOL! I don't know anyone who still owns a cassette player (except maybe Dad, but he has an 8-track player in his favorite car - Really!).
Yup, that's a karaoke tape, and a mix tape, a sermon tape, and many that make me very afraid, LOL.
Photography back then? You had to put this round cartridge in the back of the camera called film. You couldn't see any image until it was 'developed' which meant there were no 'do-overs.' Worse! There was no delete! Then you put all your developed images, without color correction in folders like this:
And backup was a nightmare. One day I feel sure I will have to explain to the up and coming generation just where the 'film strip edges' came from...
Until then. Me and my scanner are going to become friends and get all the stuff I want to keep in digital format. No doubt some 1990's pictures of Tim and I will warrant a blog post or two. ;)