Go! Go! It’s not her. Drop the photo album. We’re not in the photo album.

As time scrolls by, photo-captured moments make up more and more of my past.

In the case of my formative years, this history is supplied by: 24 pages of photos I snapped myself between 1977 and 1982; and an assortment of family memories scanned and sent to me by my thoughtful, generous relatives Kelly and Barb.

Today my little brother David turns 43 and as I pulled out my small stash of photo-captured memories I was startled to see the skew these two stashes represent.

I’m all but absent from my personally snapped collection. These 24 pages of life through the eyes of my 12-16 year-old self feature happy family poses; smiley faces and goofiness of my 7 through 14 year old brother and sister; a grade 7 trip to the Adirondacks; a grade 10 trip to Washington DC; and beautiful photo after beautiful photo of my three baby cousins.

The backdrop for these 24 pages of memories is briefly suburban then rundown, rural, fields, haylofts and snow.

The assorted snapshots provided by my generous relatives skew heavily towards extended family gatherings — shared holidays, visits and celebrations — as well as individual school photos and studio photos of toddler us.

And then there are those miraculously captured moments that somehow followed me through my million moves between first year university and here.

I am so grateful for each one.


Narrator: Unfortunately, the woman who now lived there was not their Nana, a fact that took Lindsay and Maeby an hour and a half to ascertain.ninety minutes later…Lindsay: Go! Go! It’s not her. Drop the photo album. We’re not in the photo album.
Missing Kitty, Arrested Development (March 28, 2004)