When I was a kid, I used to love looking through our family photo albums. In fact, I feel like this is a big part of why I remember so much from my childhood -- because I was able to relive those memories over and over through these photos. As the years have passed, I'm continually fascinated when I'm able to find photos from my childhood that I've never seen before -- maybe in an album at a relative's house or in the bottom of a box back home. These "new to me" photos fill in gaps in my memory -- moments lost to time but preserved for me to recall decades later.
The slides I brought back from my dad's did just that as I found pictures I remember seeing a time or two as a kid, but ones that were not part of our printed family photos.
It was time to stimulate the hollows of my long-term memory.
There were pictures of my brother and I with two of our cousins -- "Hey, kids! Go outside and sit in that pile of burning leaves!"
There were shots of us playing at home. Clearly my parents kept Fisher-Price in business in the 1970s.
And there were even some pre-Tim shots of my mom.
While this may not seem like the goldmine discovery I'm making it out to be, this stuff is priceless to me.
With many of my earliest memories solidified as a result of countless looks through our family photo albums, these are much more than just a few more snapshots to file away --they're new memories of moments otherwise forgotten.