Days after my last blog was posted, my nephews were back at the family farm for their final weekend of the slug deer hunting season.
While I won’t subject you to a second round of their constant bickering, I must report that nephew Blake, in his third year of deer hunting, proudly shot his first deer — a doe — on Day One of Weekend Two.
To hope the two brothers would be proud of each other, however, was simply out of the realm of possibility. The younger of the sibling rivals pointed out on more than one occasion that, well, he shot a buck — and it was bigger.
Will they ever be happy for each other?
I’d like to hope so, but time will tell.
For the past few weeks, I’ve been sorting through years of family photographs stashed in albums and boxes, desk drawers and cubby-holes. There are dozens of baby pictures of nieces and nephews, adorable shots of toddling tikes and those funny, goofy poses I captured in exchange for a promise that they’d all “smile nicely” for a photo together.
I was THAT aunt at family gatherings — the one with the camera always dangling from my neck. Never would just one picture suffice. Back in the days of film cameras, multiples were snapped in hopes there would be at least one nice photo.
There must be half a dozen versions — for each year — of the proverbial kids-in-front-of-the-Christmas-tree picture featuring the nieces and nephews. It appears I made the switch to a digital camera sometime between the arrival of the now 10-year-olds and the now 8-year-old, as the sheer number of similar pictures dropped dramatically.
These days, I seldom print photographs. When I do, it’s more for my mom’s photo albums than for my own collection. My photo boxes and books, desk drawers and cubby-holes are no longer being added to. Instead, I’ve amassed a couple of small totes of DVDs filled with images. Since I ran out of storage disks, photos haven’t been downloaded from SD cards or my iPhone’s database. I’ll get to that some day, and I’m sure I’m not the only one saying that!
There are probably kids today whose entire lives are chronicled in images saved in digital formats or in the cloud. And if that’s the case, my nieces and nephews can be thankful they had a picture-taking aunt who captured their growing up years and printed the evidence — no matter how embarrassed they might now be for once being posed in coordinating M&M onesies or for making silly faces in front of the lens.
If you’re gathering with friends and family this Thanksgiving, here’s wishing you might capture the moments and enjoy the memories!