For decades they piled up: thousands of family photos and souvenirs that we placed in albums. Three years ago, when Champa and I packed up our house to join the Peace Corps, we were stunned by how many albums we’d accumulated and by how much storage space we needed for them. “We have to sort through these after we return home,” we told ourselves.
This past week, I finished making that vow a reality. For three months I worked several hours daily to whittle dozens of photo albums and boxes of family memorabilia into a single storage bin. I scanned the best images and saved them online and on a hard drive. I also compiled bags of photos to give away to our sons and other relatives.
The job was as tedious as I expected, even though we stopped compiling albums of printed photos several years ago as we shifted to digital photography and occasional printed books.
First I had to remove the photos from the albums, carefully peeling them off the sticky pages and placing them in plastic bags. Then I triaged them into piles to keep, discard or revisit. I created separate bags for big events such as family weddings or overseas trips. I sorted photos into different piles and made lots of difficult decisions about which photos to keep, which to scan and (most often) which to discard.
Those congratulatory cards my parents received when I was born? I tossed out almost all of them. My elementary school report cards? Likewise. Copies of my high school newspaper when I was the editor? I kept most of those but trashed all but a few of the humor columns I wrote for The Brown Daily Herald. It was a no-brainer to keep Champa’s old black-and-white photos of her family in Nepal, since these are few and precious. So, too, for the old photos and documents from my side of the family, like the one you see here of my parents.
I’ve been sharing some of these images with my two sisters. Both of them tell me they hope to tackle their boxes, too, but haven’t yet found the time or courage. That’s surely true for a lot of other people as well, as it was for me when I was working full-time. After we returned home this summer from Moldova, I was too busy with our transition, family gatherings and a writing project to deal with the photos. By the end of last year, though, I ran out of reasons to keep procrastinating. I bought a scanner and got to work.
I’ve learned a few things along the way.
My main advice is to purge ruthlessly. Unless you are famous or planning to commit a crime that will get reporters and historians interested in your back story, no one cares who attended your eighth birthday party. I was a history major in college who went on to write some of our country’s history for the Voice of America, so I respect the importance of historical archives, but who are we kidding? Only your kids and their descendants are likely to care about your photos, and they will probably worry more about receiving too much instead of too little. You’ll do them a big favor by reducing the pile drastically, keeping only the most significant and poignant images. As Marie Kondo might say, find the things that bring you joy.
I’ve also tried to find the “sweet spot” in annotating everything. I noted the time and location for each bag of photos but didn’t label images individually. Yes, this means you’ll never know the names of the couple we met in Greece, who are in one of the photos. But guess what? At this point I don’t care about their names, either.
A scanner is essential, not only to produce a permanent digital record but also to make it easier to give away the printed copies. If my sons or others want any of the digital copies, we can share those, too. My scanner, an Epson V550, has enhanced the images, some of which had faded, so the digital versions are often better. If you prefer, several reputable companies can do the scanning for you, for a fee.
Tackling this big job made me feel productive while Champa and I take a break from our “not exactly retired” adventures. Now that I’ve finished, I guess I need to find a new project to keep me busy, so I won’t start driving her crazy. In fact, our garage looks like it needs some spring cleaning.
Maybe next week.
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Do you do this for hire?!?!? Lol
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Thanks Carole. Maybe tomorrow. (Or, as the blog says, not exactly … )
Oh I can relate! I had thousands of slides, negatives, albums and prints from my avid photography habit dating back to high school. A few days into recovery from a bike accident, I started sorting and scanning them. What started from boredom and a desire to reduce the amount of stuff to move, I found I enjoyed the process. As you suggested, learning to be selective is key. Fairly quickly I became a ruthless editor akin to Meryl Streep in “The Devil Wears Prada”! Two other insights, the process of reminiscing is fun but don’t expect anyone else to have much interest. Also, I made the decision to toss everything; scanned or not. It was very freeing and it gave a real sense of accomplishment to see the empty space where the pile existed for so many years. Oh yes, backup, backup, backup. Having three separate copies of your photo library (one online) is a good insurance against loss.
Great feedback; you sound even more ruthless (and efficient) than I was!
I still care about who attended your eighth grade birthday party!
Hi Bob. I just checked and see Scott, Ricky and other faces you will remember. I also see your own face as you hold up the class sign for Miss Mullins’ 5th grade photo! (See, I didn’t delete you!)
Good advice, David, and thanks. My siblings and I are cleaning out our parents’ house. We have not even touched the photos yet because it’s so overwhelming. There are thousands! Every birthday party, every dance recital, every beach vacation, every graduation (five kids)
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I feel your pain, Jane. Have courage!