I was at Dad's last week separating knitting yarn from unspun fiber at Dad's.
Everything was going along swimmingly until I found a tub.
A tub with no fiber or yarn.
I knew what it was instantly and I fought the urge to open it.
THAT didn't last long.
It was filled with pictures.
Old portraits and random shots.
I showed Dad and we pulled out a few.
We decided it would come home with me to sort though and go from there.
I didn't even bring it in the house until this afternoon.
I knew what was going to happen.
But, SPF has a friend over working on a project for school and I would be a bad mom if I interrupted them while I dusted and swept and such, right?
So I brought the box in.
And I opened it.
I got sucked in.
I then found myself logging into Ansestry.com to research something!
The history part MUST wait.
But this, I had to share.
My Grandma and Grandad B at Crater Lake with my Great Uncle Ernest (on the right)
Taken between 1958 and 1960.
Now, I'm going to find my floor under the photos and hide to box from myself.