My dad has given me the task of researching my family's genealogy.
As part of that, I scanned all of my Grandma's pictures into the computer so that if anyone ever wanted a picture they could have it.
The only problem I came across was that most of her photos were in those old sticky albums that are terrible for photographs. I wanted to preserve her photos, so I made them into scrapbooks for her. I didn't change the order of the photos and I simply put them on black pages with gold photo corners, Grandma doesn't like a lot of fuss, and put them into new albums.
I have sat with her on a few occasions to get names of those in the photos and she's seen the progress along the way, but yesterday I was finally delivering them to her for keeps.
She was so excited and I know she will spend the rest of the week if not longer, going through the books and showing them to anyone who comes over.
My dad and I went to see her together and took her out to lunch, by that I mean we physically took her since Grandma will not hear of anyone paying for her lunch, try as we might.
She was telling us some cute stories. One was about how her doctor told her some of her numbers were a little high and she told him it was because of the Coffee Crisps. For those of you who don't know, this is a candy bar that you can only get in Canada. My Grandma LOVES them. Her doctor had never heard of them and I guess decided to quickly "google" what they were. Nothing could have impressed her more. She could not believe that within seconds he was able to show her a picture of her candy bar on the computer. I love how she's so innocent regarding technology.
At one point she was kidding and said , "Oh, my computer doesn't get The Facebook", which is especially cute because she doesn't have a computer, but still kind of gets what Facebook is.
She then told us about a mystery. I retold this to my kids and they are fascinated with it.
One night, she went to bed and took her watch off and set it on her nightstand. In the middle of the night, she woke up because she had a dream that burglars were coming in and they were going to steal her watch. So she is pretty sure that she got up, emptied some sort of container, put her watch in the bottom of it , refilled it and went to bed. As she was falling asleep , she thought, "I am never going to remember that I put that there."
Sure enough, it's over a month later and she has no idea where it is!
My dad, my aunt, and even I have tried our hand at finding it, with no luck. My kids are now convinced that they need to go to Great Grandma's house and solve this mystery. Something tells me she won't mind a visit in the least.