I admit to being lazy with my Christmas cards this year. For many years, I have been writing notes or printing newsy letters. In the past, I have even put envelopes through the computer, and and added clip art etc. But not this year. Nope. I decided to sign em and send em. I just figure I’ve done my bit for many years, and nothing much new has transpired this year, so everybody can wait another year for the whole enchilada as it were.
But I was in need of a new address. Since my mother died in 2003, I have been sending a Christmas card in her stead to some folks in Montreal. However, it came back to us last year, so that means that our relative of her generation has passed on. So, I thought I’d send one to his daughter, my cousin, but didn’t have her address and couldn’t locate Mom’s old address book.
Like any normal man, I cried to my wife for help. Although she didn’t find it right away (but since has), she did find the old Christmas card box (shown below). That’s serendipitous in itself, but there were more unexpected treasures inside: many old photos, including a tiny framed photo of my grandmother when she was young. It was serendipity heaped upon serendipity as it were.
My grandmother was young an awful long time ago, so I’m going to peg the photo as being taken around 1870. Follow the captions for my feeble attempts to restore the photo. I don’t claim to do this well, but I made my best attempt.
So, you can call me lazy with my Christmas cards, but I think I have paid for my sins with the effort that I put into reclaiming the photo. Don’t you agree? Just nod.