My mother, using the old image-cropping tool of scissors, cut up a bunch of one-of-a-kind photos and made a collage, using some kind of adhesive that no longer holds—that’s kind of a good thing, because they just come apart without tearing the edges of photos under them. One picture at the bottom edge didn’t make it, and I don’t know what it was or when it fell out.
This grouping contains, among others, the only photo I’ve ever seen with me and my father in the same picture, so I’ve decided it’s time to get them all apart and scanned (maybe not those ones of me in the teen years). Then what should I do? Should I put the originals back in this arrangement in a frame? Or should I store them in a photo box? I kind of like things to be used rather than hidden away in boxes, even if it leads to their demise, so I’m leaning toward putting it all back together, once the scanning is done. Maybe I can even find another picture to fill in that empty spot, some embarrassing picture of my brother, for example.
A few of the photos can be seen on the 1951 page, showing some of the people talked about in the letters from Korea.
13 July 2020: Currently the poor photos, some loose, are in a drawer in my buffet. Recently, I decided I better find some glue or tape and put them back together in the frame before I fall victim to the coronavirus. I don’t think I am going to find time to scan them all, but it was a nice idea.
