This is a true story. If you can’t handle a very sad truth, quit reading right now.

I was walking one day with my Tika (dachshund) a few years ago on my gravel-county road. I came upon some stuff that a yahoo had dumped along the roadside. THAT was bad enough, but this picture, all busted apart, was in that pile of dumped junk. It didn’t look recent enough to me to be a jilted girlfriend but somebody’s mother or grandmother. And there it was dumped into the weeds along a gravel road.

Picture on the right was taken in a big thrift shop near Sequim. One corner of a big room was filled with stacked picture frames……… and not just frames but PICTURES. Family pictures. Why in the world? How in the world?

Okay, dear readers. A line from an old Kingston Trio song rings in my mind: “This could happen to you!” 

If you do not have a plan for all your family genealogy and photos and memorabilia, the likelihood is 90% that it will go to the dump or Goodwill. (Where do you suppose all those shoeboxes of old photos found in thrift shops comes from??????) 

Your family has their own busy lives and collecting genealogy and family history was YOUR hobby. You must not assume that they’ll be as fanatical about it as you’ve been. 

Please, please know that I “preach” the truth here today. Please start crafting a plan for when you “cross over that Rainbow Bridge.” It takes a plan to leave a legacy and not a mess.

 I do apologize that I didn’t think to note the date but this wonderful story was found in The Spokesman Review. It’s hard to read, so here goes:

BRISTLY VISITOR RIDES LOG PILE

Johnny Porkypine Goes To Police Station but is Later Released

Gunting (sic) irritably and threatening everyone who approached, Spokane’s strangest tourist arrived in the city this morning on a load of logs from the north woods.

Motorcycle Officer Victor Hudson and employees of the Milwaukee railroad discovered the visitor, an immense porcupine, hiding beneath a load of logs on the railroad tracks near Sprague and Greene. The porcupine was rounded up and coaxed into a sack. He was taken to the police station.

“I didn’t lose him,” declared Captain R. W. Hinton. “Call up the park board.”

After some discuss, the animal was taken to the Manito zoo, where he was refused admission on the grounds that he would pine away and die. Unable to find a home for the porcupine, he was carted to the timbered flats of Hangman Creek and released.”

Gotta wonder how they coaxed him into the sack and whose job it fell to????

I spotted this photo in a collecting at the Cheney Historical Society Museum. There was no identification on or with the photo. I’ve kept it on my desk top to let my imagination run wild creating a story…………

* Is this a 1930s or 1940s photo?

* Is this a grandmother with a favorite grandchild? 

* Notice the ribbon on the hat…. a gift from grandma? 

* It’s obviously outdoors…were they gardening?

* Half of a big shaggy dog sit with them, of course. 

* The dog’s feet are clean….. there is water nearby???

* Grandma’s dress looks clean and pressed…no easy job with the tools of the day. 

* Was it a flour-sack dress? 

* She wears glasses…. so better to read bedtime stories to the tot.

* Her hands look like working hands, as they surely would have been. 

* They sit in a “wild place” not a manicured lawn like today. 

* I see one sandaled foot for the child…. not running barefoot today. 

My thought to share with you today is this: Don’t just glance at a photo of an ancestor. Study it and let the details spring forth into your imagination.