The Daily Populous Thursday December 27th, 2018 day edition
My Dad's been dead going on 30 years. I didn't have any pictures of him. Today a relative sent me one. My Dad and my Grandad fishing. They converted it from an old slide they found.
I have a stack of pictures of an old friends mom who passed. He told me they were the only pictures he has of her. He got into drugs after she passed and I haven't seen him for like 7 years. I've been careful to keep them despite moving multiple times, and keep them away from moisture and stuff the best I can.
I've tried to search for him but he is a ghost.
Someday I hope that I can return the pics of his mom and make his day like this has.
I also like how the ONE picture you got has both generations. That makes it even better.
Congrats OP!
Edit: Hey every thank you for all the comments.
For anyone wondering about preservation of memories:
Apps for your smartphone that do this
scanner/printer
Big box store like Costco, Staples, pharmacies
Professional service
u/camwow13worked with preservation industries to do this for his/her friends and family. They break most of the suggestions down. This is a great comment for anyone else looking to preserve your families stuff. Find what way works for you.
One comment mentioned do whatever is fastest for me first and go from there. Thank you all!
And of COURSE thank you for the Gold and Silver! Now everyone go back up their precious memories
My dad died in 86 when I was 4. I’ve never had much information on him. One day about 5 years ago I checked the mail and found a giant box of photographs of my dad, his class ring, and a phone number with a woman’s name. I’ve never had any really emotional moments over my dad since I was so young when it happened but as I looked through those pictures I cried like I’ve never cried in my life. I cried for almost a hour. Then, I collected myself, put away the pictures, and went to bed. At work the next day, I kept fidgeting with the phone number in my pocket but I couldn’t get the nerve to dial the numbers. As I was driving home, I dialed the number and hit “send” before I could convince myself to stop. A woman answered the phone and I asked for the lady whose name was on the slip of paper. She said you’re (my dad’s name)’s son and I confirmed.
She told me she was my dad’s high school sweetheart. They’d known each other since childhood. He gave her his class ring. They were set to get married and then he met my mom and she got pregnant. He did the “right” thing and married her...but it was obvious he was the love of this woman’s life. When all that happened the lady moved to Alaska and started a new life for herself, leaving everyone and everything she knew behind.
She told me that one day she was going through her stuff a few years ago and found all the pictures and felt like the belonged to me so she found me on Facebook and contacted some family to get my info.
I never met this woman before in my life but I pulled over and bawled into my hands on speaker phone while she told me stories of my dad that I thought were dead and lost to the past. She cried too. I thanked her like a hundred times and then she hung up and I got back on the road.
I don’t even know why I’m typing this. I guess I see this picture and know a little about what it means to you.
Hope you’re doing ok, OP. Sending some love your way, buddy.
LosVientos on December 26th, 2018 at 23:20 UTC »
Did he die in your childhood? Why didn't you have any pictures of him?
quarks_bar on December 26th, 2018 at 23:49 UTC »
I hope to be that relative one day.
I have a stack of pictures of an old friends mom who passed. He told me they were the only pictures he has of her. He got into drugs after she passed and I haven't seen him for like 7 years. I've been careful to keep them despite moving multiple times, and keep them away from moisture and stuff the best I can.
I've tried to search for him but he is a ghost.
Someday I hope that I can return the pics of his mom and make his day like this has.
I also like how the ONE picture you got has both generations. That makes it even better.
Congrats OP!
Edit: Hey every thank you for all the comments.
For anyone wondering about preservation of memories:
Apps for your smartphone that do this
scanner/printer
Big box store like Costco, Staples, pharmacies
Professional service
u/camwow13 worked with preservation industries to do this for his/her friends and family. They break most of the suggestions down. This is a great comment for anyone else looking to preserve your families stuff. Find what way works for you.
One comment mentioned do whatever is fastest for me first and go from there. Thank you all!
And of COURSE thank you for the Gold and Silver! Now everyone go back up their precious memories
7a7p on December 27th, 2018 at 02:42 UTC »
My dad died in 86 when I was 4. I’ve never had much information on him. One day about 5 years ago I checked the mail and found a giant box of photographs of my dad, his class ring, and a phone number with a woman’s name. I’ve never had any really emotional moments over my dad since I was so young when it happened but as I looked through those pictures I cried like I’ve never cried in my life. I cried for almost a hour. Then, I collected myself, put away the pictures, and went to bed. At work the next day, I kept fidgeting with the phone number in my pocket but I couldn’t get the nerve to dial the numbers. As I was driving home, I dialed the number and hit “send” before I could convince myself to stop. A woman answered the phone and I asked for the lady whose name was on the slip of paper. She said you’re (my dad’s name)’s son and I confirmed.
She told me she was my dad’s high school sweetheart. They’d known each other since childhood. He gave her his class ring. They were set to get married and then he met my mom and she got pregnant. He did the “right” thing and married her...but it was obvious he was the love of this woman’s life. When all that happened the lady moved to Alaska and started a new life for herself, leaving everyone and everything she knew behind.
She told me that one day she was going through her stuff a few years ago and found all the pictures and felt like the belonged to me so she found me on Facebook and contacted some family to get my info.
I never met this woman before in my life but I pulled over and bawled into my hands on speaker phone while she told me stories of my dad that I thought were dead and lost to the past. She cried too. I thanked her like a hundred times and then she hung up and I got back on the road.
I don’t even know why I’m typing this. I guess I see this picture and know a little about what it means to you.
Hope you’re doing ok, OP. Sending some love your way, buddy.