My Memory Walls...

I do not know for a fact if a lot of Puerto Ricans do this but all of my mom's family are obsessed with pictures.  Growing up my Abuelita had walls that I scarcely could see the paint on.  She had hundreds of photos on the wall.  Maybe a thousand.  They were beautiful!  Black and white images of Puerto Rico, my Abuelito serving in Castillo de San Morro playing in the US Army band, my mom and her brothers as young children.  As a child I would look at these pictures for hours and I'm so sad that many of them were lost after her death.

My mother is the same way.  Sometimes I honestly wish we could maybe a few of the old photos were lost (I was a painfully awkward tween, I mean fugly might be more descriptive) but all over the house my moms home is littered with the good, the bad, and the "oh gosh this needs to be burned".

I never thought I would become this way but I have.  When I unpacked last weekend I found boxes of beautiful professional photos so I purchased about 90 photo frames from the dollar store and am currently putting them on the walls.  I already had about 40 nice frames.  I've finished three walls and I still have two more to go.  I'm also ordering a large wedding photo which I never got around to doing.  I want to get better frames for the new home.

Each memory is special.  My twins two year photo shoot is so precious and special!  Than there is the beautiful first family photo ever of a 5 day old Harmon and his two exhausted parents.  That was the beginning.  It's cheesy and I suck at mounting photos but honestly I don't care.  Memories are best remembered on walls than forgotten in boxes.