Embarking on a scanning project of hundreds of photos from parent's wedding, honeymoon (to Seattle and British Columbia), yesterday's raves, old flyer art, and some sketches. Time consuming, but since a fire at a relatives house - I realize its time well spent. History is fragile, and deserves archiving. The photos from 1950's are a trip. I learned that my grandma liked to stick her tongue out at cameras, and that my dad looks like Georgie from the movie Blow. And my mom's skin - forget about it... what did they use for product back in the day? Cold creams, from what I understand.
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