OK, maybe I am not famous. But I know someone, who knows someone who is. Actually someone who knows something that is. A horse to be exact.
Or actually someone who knows a horse that knows a dog that is.
Confused? Me too.
A couple of years ago I decided to make my dad a heritage scrapbook album for Christmas. At the time I honestly didn't know what went in to making one.
I do now.
Hours, upon hours, upon hours.
And to be fair, most of those hours weren't spent scrapbooking.
Sure, I did log several hours actually putting the pictures on a page and making them look "all pretty" and such....but the majority of my time was spent actually obtaining these pictures as well as the stories that went along with them.
Once completing my dad's album I felt much closer to my family, even members I had never met, than I did before.
It was like I had a snapshot of their life.
Looking back at the album I can't believe that it is something I did. I don't know how I pulled it off, or how I did it so well. But I am thankful that I did.
Next month, April 4th to be exact, my mom's father will turn 90. My mom decided that as a gift she would like for him to have an album of his life.
And she wanted me to make it.
In less than a month.
(Anxiety, table for one, please.)
Not being able to say "no", I agreed. I did want him to have an album, I just didn't want to be the one taking on that task. So, I made a deal with my mom: "You get the pictures, get them copied and get their story....and I will put them in the album".
I think there was a miscommunication of sorts. As I came into work on a Sunday and spent over an hour copying pictures. Over 100 pictures, and that was just the beginning.
What was that about her "getting the pictures, blah, blah, blah?" This morning she actually called me to say that she was sick and tired of working on this family tree....(she started this morning).
All I could think was,"You are tired of it......?" (insert hysterical laughing.)
The closer his birthday draws, the tighter my chest and back become. Not one page of the album is done. More accurately, not one page of his album is started. I am waiting on more pictures and I need them all before I start. And I needed them last month.
Anyone have a Xanax? Anyone?
I am sure that once it is done I will be so proud that I did it. But for now all I can do is look at the monumental task ahead of me and hear the clock ticking the time away until it is to be completed.
Back to my original thought. It is really nice to see my grandpa and grandma throughout the years. I enjoying "watching" them through pictures in their younger days enjoying the things that younger people do.
I have always known my grandpa frequented horse shows and even judged a time or two.
He owned many horses at different times and the one I remember hearing the most about was Cheyenne.
(Grandpa and Cheyenne)
I remember Cheyenne because.....da da dum.(insert dramatic pause here)...
Cheyenne ended up becoming kinda famous. However, I use the term "famous" loosely.
Maybe I should clarify. She would have been famous if it weren't for being in the shadows of another.
Maybe you have heard of her.
Her name was Lassie.
Yeah, she even had her own tv show. I guess she was a real hit.
No one probably even noticed Cheyenne. Of course, Cheyenne never saved Timmy from drowing, or notified anyone that Timmy had been kidnapped or stopped a villan all on his own........... You get the picture.
I am not sure how it all went down, but I do know that Grandpa sold Cheyenne and she ended up being on a few episodes of Lassie.
And we have a picture to "prove" it.
And I use the term "prove" lightly. I don't think it would stand up in court. But it is enough proof for me.
Don't be shy. Feel free to ask me for autographs.....