A Personal Revolution
When my four sons were young, I nearly obsessed over capturing memories - from milestones to the mundane. My children are old enough that when they were little, I dutifully carried a gallon bag full of two-inch plastic canisters of celluloid. My errands included trips to the local drugstore to uncover the hidden images. Always optimistic, I would order "double prints" with the hope that the results justified the expense. My goal was to "scrap book" the results in some coheren