Part of the Shoebox Generation

I spoke with a friend today and I told her that I was cleaning out bedrooms because my son wanted to switch rooms.  He wants to move into the bonus room, formerly occupied by my oldest son, and by the oldest and middle son when they were toddlers.

The room still held remnants of that period of time when there were bunk beds, as the high shelf of trophies and soccer picture gives testimony to.  It also was additional storage space for some of my photographs that never got placed into albums.  He asked that all the stuff be moved except for the multitude of books.

I told my friend it was sickening to see how MANY photos were still in their sleeves just waiting for a proper home.  She said we were part of the shoebox generation, where we store photos and stuff in shoeboxes for a later date that sometimes never comes.  I really got a chuckle out that, thinking that we lived in an era of time that did that.  I wonder if the younger generation does that, or if everything is stored digitally.

I am not complaining about the number of pictures that I have--I'm still reeling over my stolen camera and most of our photos from the European family vacation we went on several years ago--I just need to make a concerted effort to do something with them, so they can be enjoyed.  I wish I had utilized the available technology for instant uploads.

Live and learn.