December 14, 2002
On my dining room table boxes sit full of faded photos, waiting to be sorted and distributed to their designated recipients. Historical references of family functions; they provide evidence of genealogical roots. Stamped tickets confirm forgotten passages from foreign ports; ports identified by colorful, exotic postcards with brief, obscure messages written on the back side. Torn valentines express long lost love. Funeral announcements declare deaths deliverance. Markers of meaningful moments are mounted in tattered albums; albums whose covers have severed spines. Calendars with days crossed off, circled, and skipped over. Commemorations, communions, and cards from strangers and unidentified remote relatives.