I looove old Photographs. I'm fortunate to have a mother who in trying to find her birth father really got into geneology. She has so many pictures, stories and records of her family clear back to when they came to America for the first time in the early 1800's. My favorite story is one my grandmother would tell over and over again. Of how she hitchhiked across america to meet her husband. It was a different more trusting time then. They stayed with people they didn't know, and saw so many interesting sites. She's gone now. But, looking back at her childhood pictures, paints a vivid image in my minds eye of being with her. Listening. Sharing.