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Throwback Thursday: Label Those Photos!

Don't you just love this old photo?


 
Years ago, my grandma gave me a box of old photos.  Before she gave it to me, she sat down with my mom and identified everyone in the photos, and my mom wrote the names down for her.  Unfortunately, she did not know or remember the names of everyone.  The back of this photo has no writing on it.  I would love to know who these cute girls are, and how they are related to me.  I would love to know whose car they are standing on, and where this photo was taken. 

Please, please, please label your photos while the memories are still fresh!  (I'm giving myself the same advice; though I have labeled many of my paper photos, I haven't been as diligent about tagging people in digital photos.)

On an unrelated note, I wrote a guest post for Clark over at the Wakefield Doctrine that appears on his blog today.  Clark is another co-host of the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop, and his blog is all about his theory of personalities.  Go see what you think. 

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Thanks for photos, labels, and opportunities.

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  1. The photo is wonderful. I sat down with my mother before she died and asked her to identify those in the old photographs. Sadly, it is hard to "write on" digital photos. I fear history will be lost in this digital age.

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  2. Love old picuteres. We have the same problem though; lots and lots of old pictures, but no parents anymore to tell us who is in them. For years we said to eachother; this winter we will sit around the table and look at all the pictures together and talk about them. Unfortunatly my mother-in-law died before we could do so. She was the last of her siblings to go too, so no more memories.... Very sad.

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  3. That is a great photo! I'm like you I really enjoy them. Just look at the socks and the shoes and even their dresses and hairdos, so much fun. I have some photos from my Dad that have people in them that I don't know either and like you I wish I did. I am also the worst at tagging photos. You will inspire me to do better!

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