Frames

To me there is nothing more sad than finding old photos at a flea market or antique store Their value upheld only in the frame that contains, what was once, someone’s cherished memory. Who were the people in these photos? What did they do? Who loved them? How is this their legacy? Such a reminder to me, Just how tenuous life as we know it can be.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 9/29/2022 12:14:00 PM

I feel like this every time I go into a Cracker Barrel to eat and see all of the old pictures on the wall. I eat and, while eating, wonder who they are (were) and if anyone still thinks about them.

Mike Gentile
Date: 10/1/2022 5:40:00 AM

We all have a story, don't we Milt!!

Tim Smith

Date: 5/31/2017 8:47:00 AM

It is like looking into one's soul

Mike Gentile
Date: 5/31/2017 9:36:00 AM

Thanks Tim