We’ve all posted our children’s artwork on the fridge, and many of us have magnetic memorabilia that make us smile each time we open the fridge door. My daughter Kara has taken that idea to a new level.
Recently, we sorted through ancient photo albums that had belonged to my late mother, throwing out the ones that meant nothing to me or to her—photos of long-ago friends of my mother whom I never knew, because I wasn’t born yet. Some of them I have saved to go into my next book, “Insight out One Blind woman’s View of her Life,” and some Kara kept for her own collection.
Knowing it might be years before she would find the time to put them in albums or hang them on the wall, she came up with a creative idea to introduce her daughters to the people in our family who came before…
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