
When we moved into our new house I lost one very important box. It was a box of all my nondigital photos. I tore the basement apart looking for it and every couple of months would go looking for it again. Finally, I convinced myself that the box was gone. However, during the holiday break, while we were cataloging our food storage Dana found it. YEA! This 5 generation picture was one of the treasures inside. Also inside, photos of Carly's birth. Now, I have proof that she was not adopted.
I can't believe I actually wore that denim top with those flood/peg legged jeans. YIKES! But the best thing about this picture, is Grandma Eldredge's black eye. She told everyone she had gotten in a fight at the nursing home. She would hold up both fists and say, "You should see what the other guy looks like." We all knew she had fallen out of bed.
Moral of this story... Taking inventory of your food storage can bring many blessings. :)