Thinking I might surprise the kids at Christmas with a few images from their past, I have attempted to hastily organize our recently discovered horde of about 1000 slides.
It turns out this is not a hasty task. Peering at tiny numbers on tiny slides is a tiring, not to say, boring activity even with a self-imposed deadline. So I haven’t made much progress.
My dining room table is covered with little piles. They are sorted by location and date and some (the possibly-organized ones) are optimistically stacked in those little yellow plastic boxes from the camera shop. Notes on masking tape stuck to these boxes hint at their contents, as in: Trip to Maritimes?-- 1982?
Slide show anyone?
I can see that there is a reason “organize the photographs” is an oft cited retirement activity. At the rate I am going, it could be my full time job for the next 20 years.
And in the meantime, I have other plans for that dining room table this weekend.