I cleaned out a closet this week and there they were again! Old photos, old journals, letters from friends and family, sweet little messages from my kids when they were young, from grandchildren too. They are all just old, old memories now.
On a recent to trip to Salt Lake City, I visited the Family History Museum at Temple Square. The Mormons really know how to do genealogy and folks can come in, explore, poke around and find all kinds of information on their family. It occurred to me that our memories fade unless preserved in some way. Genealogy is one approach to keeping them of course, but what are someothers?
What do YOU do with old memories, old photos, old letters? What will you want done with them when you are no longer their keeper?
Let’s talk about memories. What purpose do they serve if any? How can they bind us and how can they free us and do we want to have them effect us in any other ways?