With the tornadoes and hurricanes blowing a bunch of houses to smithereens and fires reducing homes to ashes, I’m sure you have heard these sound bytes:
- We’re just glad we got out alive.
- We lost all our pictures.
2. a bag in which I’d stuff the half-dozen or so albums of baby photos of Steph and Pete and the envelopes of loose baby photos of Julie (yes, I know, I’ve got to albumize them all one of these days…)
Like most people we have a few hundred prints – 90% are albumized (but maybe not in any meaningful order.) Our photo albums take up 12 feet of bookshelves. Then there is another 6 feet of bookshelves that hold family videotapes. (Got to get them digitized some day.)
Here’s why photos may be overrated. When my parents died, we kept all their photographs. Mother did as good a job as any of labeling the relatives and people she and dad knew before I came along.
How many times a year do we look at these pictures? Zero.
How about our family photos? Us and our kids? Pretty close to zero.
(added when republished) How many pictures are “one of” Probably zero.
But it’s among the first thing people will mention if they have been through a disaster or are asked the question: what would you save?
If your house was blazing, you knew all the souls had safely escaped, and you had to carry out a large shopping bag of items to save, what would it be?
(Originally published 9/4/07)
- My kids
- Bible, purse, pair of shoes, diploma and Baby Phat phone
- (kid) A Playstation and games, because he “waited four years to get it.”
- (kid) A Saxophone, because “he is learning to play.”
So when it comes right down to crunch time, it looks like the tendency is to grab what you treasure. Sometimes that’s your Baby Phat phone, sometimes thats your Sax. Three of the thirteen photographed saved photos.