Memory is a way of holding onto

the things you love,

the things you are,

the things you never want to lose.

~ The Wonder Years

M & I both love history. In our travels we have been able to stand on the blocks of the Great Pyramids of Egypt. We have been deep in the jungles of Mexico exploring magnificent Mayan ruins recently discovered. We have walked up the stairs of the Temples of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, and touched the bejeweled walls of the Taj Mahal in India. It doesn't have to be epic or thousands of years old to be history. We have become fascinated with collecting some of the history of our own little village. What fun to discover a photo of our own house circa 1908.

  

Some of the old photos are in bad shape but the message still comes through,,,,

The fishing is good here.

 

Some of the photos can be enhanced with modern editing tools to bring back some life and color to them. We are getting good at picking the exact era from some undated photos based on architectural details or identifiable people. As Important as the photos, we are collecting the stories that linger after a century plus of close living people.

( Who are these rascals hamming it up for the camera?)

One day, after all of the pieces begin to fall into place, I hope to do a small book. The history of the world is amazing, but it starts with the history of our lives.

PS:  If you have any memories or photos you would like to share about life on the bay front in Erie, Pennsylvania please write to me, I'd love to here from you....Thank you!