The Old Family Album
The old family album, the pages are worn,
From turning and browsing,they are tattered and torn.
For mem' ries are sweet ones, we like to repeat ones,
We live them again in the old family album.

Now picture the family, we're all having fun,
We're in this together--parents, daughters, and sons.
For pictures are share times, those family affair times,
We live them again in the old family album.

The camera is snapping while gifts we're unwrapping. 
The lens is recording our group as we're boarding. 
The shutter is clicking while baby is kicking, 
all to record in the old family album.

So stand all together, remember to smile.
We'll all be recorded in family group style.
The camera is ready, now everyone steady,
And we'll be a page in the old family album.


A Year
A year is a circle
Twelve months in a row.
Filled with so much,
To see and to know.
A year is a garland
Four seasons in all.
A spring and a winter;
A summer, a fall.
A year is a ring
Of new days and nights.
Each of them bringing
A thousand delights.
A year is a gift of time...
All brand new
And this year is waiting
Especially for you!


Who Is This Woman?
By Deanna Wentz
Who is this woman with her hair of gray,    
And what was she like back in her day? 
Did she love to sing, cook or sew?    
There's no one to ask, so we'll never know.    
What were her dreams, did they come true?    
Someone, somewhere at one time knew.    
She was somebody's mother and somebody's wife,     
But no one bothered to document her life.
Photos bridge the distance between then and now,     
If we take time to record: Who, What, When and How.







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