As a child, my mother constantly took photos. It is amazing to think that there was a time when everyone had to get film developed in order to see their photos. I am so thankful my mother took these photos, even though I hated being photographed. Because I have an appreciation for film photography and history, I decided to scan and archive my mother's photos. This post features photos from 1993-1994 when I was born.
I briefly remember the first home we lived in. It was located in Bethel, PA. I distinctively remember that god awful furniture. (mom says it was cool back then)
Mom dressed as a clown???
My grandparents passed when I was young. I barely remember them. Their home had wood paneling and owls everywhere.
Storm of 94