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Old Family Photographs

I have currently been given a box of old family photographs to scan by one of my Aunts and am having a wonderful time doing so.  There are so many memories, stories and questions that old photographs stir up! In the process of scanning these photographs I have discovered new facts, been left with a lot of questions that I will probably never find out the answers to and taken a long happy/sad walk down memory lane.  I have reached out and shared these precious family treasures with extended family members and will provide each of them with digital copies of our shared family history, as they are a part of all of our life stories.  Photographs and family documents are real family treasures and I feel very privileged to be able to copy and share these particular ones with my surviving and hopefully future relatives.  Modern technology has made copying and sharing these family history resources so much easier and it provides us with a wonderful opportunities to preserve the past for future generations.  The truth is they may need preserving sooner than you may think, while old black and white photographs seem to stand the passing of time quite admirably, the same cannot be said of the coloured photographs from more recent times, as they are fading and degrading at an alarming rate and if we don't take steps to preserved them now they will be lost forever.  So if you have the resources and available time I would suggest that you drag out the old family photograph albums and scan them in order to safeguard them for future generations.  It makes them easier to store and share with other family members and you can even have them printed into wonderful customised family history photo books that would make wonderful Christmas presents!


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