Susan wants to know: What would you save?

A friend of mine was looking at my Spain photo album a couple of weeks ago and said that she wants me to be her photographer on her next trip. She added that she and her family hardly ever take pictures.
"You're kidding me," I said incredulously. "My photo albums would be the first thing I'd grab in a fire."
Actually they'd probably tie for third. First would be the Soul Mate. (that's my favorite picture of him with the I've-said-something- outrageous smile he gets) The second would be Boo and Mojo. Then I'd haul patootie for my office to scoop up the flash drive containing my book-in- progress and scoop as many of my photo albums from the bookshelves as I could manage. (and believe me, there are a LOT of them)
I'd be sad to lose the locket my dad gave my mom for her eighteenth birthday, which she then gave to me the day I got married, as one day I hope to give it to my son's bride. I'd miss the old silk fan I
have on my mantel. My father brought it back from China during WWII. And I've collected a lot of other vintage odds and ends over the years that have meaning for me. But that's just stuff.My photo albums are a visual history of my life. They show me, my family, my friends, when we were young. They show my son, my nieces, my nephews, from birth to present, and are the only visuals I have of my father or my husband's parents, who are gone now. They chronicle the pets I've had, the changes my home, my garden has gone through, and remind me of special moments with people near and dear to me. There have been many evenings, particularly in the winter when the nights are long, when I've made a cup of tea and hauled out a random stack of albums to immerse myself in memories.
So my albums tie for first place when it comes to the material things that I would save were my house to catch fire. What would you save?


















