Someone gave Carlene a photo album, the kind you simply slide photos into, easy peasy.  She asked me to please fill it up with pictures of our family.

So that's what I did: opened up the box of pictures, most of which were taken  before we all went digital, and just slid them in as I found ones I thought she'd like, no particular order (which went big time against my grain).  

Going through pictures randomly can be an emotional roller coaster.  Four members of our family are no longer with us: my nephew Canaan, our daddy Lloyd, and Mimi and Papa (her parents).  Her three brothers have died: David, Bob, and Richard.  

Those of us still left go from childhood to weddings to white hair--and back again.  It's a bit like whiplash, seeing us all change so fast from one age to another.

Carlene at 101 is the matriarch of our family and has already bypassed the ages of her parents who died at 90 and 98.  She wants to rekindle all those memories and the book is now in the mail. 

At the post office, Luci and I met two older women--like me--and one was taken with Luci, and said, "I think she wanted to be a Corgi one time."  It turns out Corgis are her favorite breed and she's had five and is about to get herself a Corgi puppy.  Indeed, she always perks up when we see a Corgi.  "There's a Corgi in there somewhere," the woman said. Could it be that Luci recognizes someone from her family album?