Last Thanksgiving, my step dad gave all of us a box of pictures that my mom had left. She had hundreds no thousands of pictures. Pictures of plants, dogs, cats, scenery, and of course pictures of her kids and grand kids. None were labeled and they weren't in any kind of order. Words can't thank him enough-some of the craziest pictures have a special meaning to each one of us. There's pictures taken the first Christmas Mom got a microwave-when we nuked every thing in sight to see what would happen and if it would be edible. There's pictures of all the girls dressed a like in some holiday out fit. There are duplicates that I gave her and lost in the process of my divorce (so glad to get them back). But, in my box there was a roll of undeveloped film.
Plants? Dogs? Snow or sunsets?
It's scary dropping off film when you have no earthly idea what's on the film. She thought nothing of taking bath pictures and pictures of naked kids on a deer skin rug.
I waited until the holidays were over so there was less chance that Walmart would loose the film.
I finally got the pictures back today. They are absolutely beautiful.
The original pictures are much better in reality and the beautiful baby? Casey Epps.
That's right these pictures were taken almost eighteen years ago.
