Photographs invoke a story to be told.

One can travel into the lives and times of people and places especially of those people we hold so dear.

Memory is a living thing ~ it too is in transit. But during its moment, all that is remembered joins and lives ~ the old and the young, the past and the present, the living and the dead.

Eudora Welty

Since 2020, five dear people in my life have passed away.

Each leaving behind a treasure trove of memorabilia in the forms of photographs, letters and journals.

As I mentioned in my previous post, Meanwhile, I have been spending my time going through old photographs and letters in the hopes of compiling a family history-story-journal-scrapbook thing.

So far, I have found a few gems such as beloved family recipes!

The Apple Sauce Cake was a staple every year at Christmas thanks to my Great Aunt D.

When she passed, my Aunt A took up the tradition.

Over the past few years, however, my Aunt A has not been able to make the family Apple Sauce Cake.

In going through my Mom’s things three years ago, I found the recipe typed onto a sheet of paper and picked up our family tradition of makeing Apple Sauce Cake for Christmas.

Recently, after my Aunt J’s passing, I came across the original handwritten recipe from my Great Aunt D!

Another gem I found was of this breath taking photograph of my grandmother.

On the back, in my grandmother’s hand, she wrote: “Glacier National Park going to The Sun Mountain August 1964”

A beautiful memory captured in a beautiful snapshot.

Though, I was not alive when this photograph was taken, I would like to think “all that is remembered joins and lives ~ the old and the young, the past and the present, the living and the dead.“