Today, while pouring through box after box at my dear, departed Aunt’s hoarding home, I came across a photo album. These are golden in my estimation and upon opening it, the album did not disappoint.
A week ago or so, I was mentioning the miniscule objects that gave any indication my long departed Uncle fly fished beyond my recollection. Well. the album provided a wonderful affirmation of his and my aunt’s outdoor ventures.
The photo album was full of my Uncle and Aunt camping near rivers. There were no notes on the back of the pictures re where, but I do know they camped a lot in the 1930’s and there after. So these pictures, for me, are more important than most things I could have found in the hoarding garage, shop or home.