When I was growing up, there was a distant cousin, unmarried, an old bachelor, who as children we thought was weird because he always came to family reunions with a bunch of cameras and took pictures of everyone. Looking back, he was not so weird, and as an only child I guess he wanted a sense of family. Now with phone cameras everyone takes pictures but where do they go? I have shelves of photo albums filled with pictures from the time before I was born. When my father died in the 1970’s, I was charged with going through the filing cabinet. There were many old pictures and I was fortunate that his older brother was alive. I spent hours with him identifying the pictures and writing the names on the back. I have pictures of my children growing up and the events that marked their childhood and early adulthood. I continue to take pictures and with my camera and computer I print pictures immediately. No more trips to drop off film at the drug store and wait for development. I enjoy leisurely looking through the albums, much more than when someone hands me their small phone and instructs me to look at the pictures. It’s just not the same. At a recent New Year’s Eve party, everyone seemed to be taking pictures with their phones and sending them to someone. I don’t think they print them out and fill an album with the memories. Memories are good and often bring a smile. Perhaps we should take the time to reflect and remember the fun times and those we love.