When I started this little "trip down memory lane" journal project, I excitedly dove in headfirst. I spent so much time poring over coloured and printed paper, trinkets, doo dads and all kinds of stuff to decorate the pages. I lovingly mounted each photo and caption, designed the pages first without glue so I could get the right look, and averaged about 5 or so pages a day, stopping every so often to admire my work. I typed out list after list of all the TV shows I used to watch, songs I loved, movies I watched over and over, actors on whom I had a crush, actresses I admired. Well, here I am about 3 weeks later, slapping the pictures in, not caring about how straight they are, halfheartedly sticking decorations on the pages......thank god I'm up to the 6th grade where I'd planned on concluding the project. For one thing, I've added so much stuff to the pages that the journal cannot and will not close. It's about 4" thick. Mind you, I've only decorated 27 pages, front and back. I probably have about 3-4 pages left, if that. Then I find out that I have a bunch of photos from a trip to New Hampshire in 1973 that escaped my notice the first time I was delving through my old photo albums and I'm kicking myself because the journal is spiral-bound, so I can't go back and insert a page.
Anyway, I tried to scan some of the completed pages, but because of the spiral binding and the thickness, the pages did not scan correctly, so I only scanned 3 of the pages, to give you an idea of the scope of this project. If you click the photos, they'll get bigger so you can see the details much better.My dad bought a beach house on Springhill Beach about 3 months before I was born....he thought it'd be a good investment that he could sell later on to pay for my college education. Apparently the cottage needed a ton of work. His friend, Gene Morrow, carved a sign that used to hang on the front of the cottage that said, "John's Folly". It has a pink elephant draped in a martini glass.