Why do we look back? Why do we sort photos, read old correspondence, look at artifacts and articles that speak only to the past?
I recently spent a week going through photos that came to me from my dad. They started before the 1900's (yes, they did) and continued until about 1945. In his later years, he was in the process of reviewing them and making some kind of declaration of who was who, and where they were, and when.
Albert, circa 1927