You should be a librarian or historian.
This is always their question- what to save?
I would urge you to keep the stuff and pass it on.
There is a film maker who has made films of other people's movies she has saved and quite a dramatic collection it is, even without knowing who the folks are, they tell a lot.
In my grandmother's time, it was traditional to burn the deceased possessions.
We have one thing she saved that belonged to her grandmother.
There is a docko made for POV by Kathy?? Oxenberg that is great and follows this theme of her grandmother's life and what remains.
There is a drive to leave something useful behind.
I highly recommend it.
There is a song about finding a scrapbook in a shop and wondering about the person involved.
Bon Voyage, Miss Tischnauser
I bought your scrapbook yesterday
It's a beautiful collage
Nineteen hundred twenty eight seems centuries away...
...Happiness I hope you find
Sailing away on the Panama Pacific Line...
It is by Mr. and Mrs. Garvey
I have the album somewhere.
I met the ex-wife of Gene Austin, the singer.
She has done huge collages of all her photos from the night club days and they are fantastic.
She has no artistic training and they were going to be boxed up and effectively destroyed.
I made a fuss and they have been donated to a collection now.
I hope they get seen again.
She doesn't seem the type for introspection, but they are great works.
There is a film about a huge photo library and trying to save it.
To show what they can do, they track someone's life through multiple sourced photos.
It is a tremendously moving film.
I can't remember the title.
Here is what I can find of the Garveys on the netweb.
To grow old is to change, and to change is to be new.
To be new is to be young again...I barely remember, when
My memory is stolen by the morning,
Blotted out by the sun's hypnotic eye,
Out by the sun's hypnotic eye.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
I awake as a child to see the world begin
On monarch wings and birthday wanderings.
I want to put on faces, walk in the wet and the cold
And look forward to my growing old.
Now they're only ghost towns
Swaying in the wind
Memories of a bright and better day
When a tar and paper shack
Built beside the railroad track
Just a temporary mode
Till he hit the mother lode
Sit soft white flesh in backbone corsets
Rifles red from firing over
Riding herd again through hollow canyon walls
In the summer of a dormouse
Nothing deeper please and nothing's new
The game's the same and easy always
Kiss the drifter with a flicker smile
There's a steel blue candy wrapper
Left behind the popcorn eater
As the hero smiles and nature beckons
He steers his palomino up the aisle
A source for a copy converted to cd.
Tuneforums- Rare Records
http://onehitwonders.tuneforums.com/thr ... eadID=1538