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Great list
Growing up my mother had several family albums laying around that was really my favorite thing to scout through these albums, letters, postcards, pieces of tickets, and pressed flowers. I got to know many of my relatives through these books as many pasted long before I was born.
My real dad was one, he died when I was three. Had it not of been for my mothers love of pictures he would have surly been lost to me, but seeing these pictures kept his memory alive and seeing him hold me and me asleep on his chest, sitting on the floor playing with him and such gave me a relationship with him. I knew he loved me and all through my life though cheatout of knowing him personally or long I knew he loved me
I tell everyone I know take those pictures, create those keepsakes, and love those with you every day... for you never know when only those memories is all you will to hold onto
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