My father also surprised me with an unusual present.
When I told him about my project to organise all my photos albums, he told me about his own organising and sorting pictures. He wanted to give back to my brother and me our childhood pictures. As he said so himself; he got caught in the process and what was suppose to be a small comment became a paragraph and so on for each picture. The result is a small notebook starting with pictures of my parents, beautiful and careless like all young couples. Follow their wedding and my birth and pictures of me as a child in Poland with his memories.
I was very touched by this gesture. Some comments made my smile, some made me cry. Some details I remember and for most I was to little.
I often joke that we have no inheritance from my parents as they left Poland with a couple of suite cases, but I realise that memories are the most amazing inheritance of all and want now more than ever to do the same photo album for my two children.
Link to my favorite song in Polish http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQnOQYffskY
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