I started scrapbooking when I was old enough to be trusted with glue. HaHaHa
I would walk to my Grandparents house and help my Grandaddy with his many scrapbooks.
He was quite disabled, so I would hop into his bed & he would read the recent news to me.
We would cut and paste those newspapers for hours.
Always laughing at the funny things we could make out of the left over paper.
I think that is what he truly enjoyed most. As did I.
He started to develop Alzheimer's (which I certainly didn't understand at my age).
Only noticing little by little, his enjoyment with them faded, as his memory.
As he declined, I would sit with him, opening the pages for him, and at times,
finding a smile, a giggle or even tears.
THAT is the perfect meaning of the word scrapbook to me.
Scrapbooks truly play a crucial role in our lives.
I can still thumb through mine and feel the love that was shared in creating them.
May many more find the desire in making one, and through it, its lifetime of memories.
Scrapbooking took a back seat in my life unfortunately.
Creating memories for others is where I find my happiness.
Perhaps that stems from those moments with my Grandaddy.
I LOVE to give. Putting a smile in someone's heart via my hands, is divine.
I am most grateful to be welcomed here.
I look forward to the moments of sharing, and through it, new friends and new smiles.
▫▫▫ Previous PSP'r, now learning Photoshop ▫▫▫
"Don't eat the glue",
Jenifer
