In the beginning, there was no Twitter! Or Facebook! Or Instagram! Or whatever other things that folks do these days to preserve memories and share with others. I know that is hard to believe for all you young techies, but that is the truth! I promise!
So in the olden days, what did we do to remember precious things? That is what I am reflecting on tonight. Girls had scrapbooks. Big scrapbooks that we bought and devoted hours to documenting our lives. I am not talking “Scrapbooking” as in the million dollar craft/pastime that women do today. I am not talking cardstock and glitter pens from the expensive craft stores. I am talking about a large hardbound book that was generally filled with black construction paper. I have scrapbooks from my mother’s teenage years and I have them from my stepmother’s teenage years, too. It is amazing that they both date back to the early 1940’s and they are still in decent shape! WOW!
What girls would do is purchase little corners that you would glue to the papers in order to “hold” the corners of the pictures you wanted to save. Pictures were not the only thing saved. You would clip out newspaper articles that talked about teas or birthdays or cousins from out of town because that was “news” in the local paper in those days. You kept ribbons from a corsage. Paper napkins from tea parties or showers were saved and mounted. You kept movie ticket stubs along with your opinion of the movie-as in the dreamy Cary Grant was the heart throb. If you went to a dance, you kept your dance card. For you youngsters, a dance card simply listed who you would dance with during a specific dance. The first and last dance were the most important. Boys would sign their name in order to dance with a girl. Popular girls filled up their card in no time. And of course, girls danced with girls. There was nothing wrong with that. I love that after all these years that I can look at my Mom’s scrapbooks and read in white ink the names of people in her pictures or a description of where they were and what they did.
I will never have to convert a file or update or load her scrapbooks. I will just turn the page, laugh at what she said and did and think that she was quite a gal! Thanks Mom! I love you!