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Sponsored: Making Memories To Last A Lifetime

Monday, November 21st, 2011

I am so excited to be talking about LiveOn today. I think it is amazing and such a good idea. At first, I must admit that I was a little skeptical. I wasn’t sure why I needed yet another place to keep photos online. And then, I read some more.

From the LiveOn site:

We promise to keep your memories forever. Not 100 years, not 500 years, but forever. We have an intricate backup system of servers that will act as your personal vault, ensuring your stories are here for all future generations to enjoy. This promise of memory preservation is the number one focus of our company and we will do everything in our power to keep this promise to you.

And then I got it and fell instantly in love.

When my sister and I were cleaning out our parents house, we found boxes of unmarked photos. Some were ones of us and we didn’t know the context, year or story and some were school pictures of mysterious cousins and assorted relatives. Our chance to learn the story had irrevocably passed.

The age of digital photography has made this even more complicated. Now people store thousands of photos all over the place and sure facebook has albums, but we don’t know what will happen with facebook in the future or what about the stuff that just gets lumped together like wall photos and mobile uploads? LiveOn is so much more.

Spencer's birth story in progress

This service allows the user to create memories that can be passed on. Photos become videos with music, detailed descriptions and optional voice captions. It really is an opportunity to tell the whole story. One of the best parts is that I can create my life’s timeline. I cam go back and enter major milestones like my wedding or graduation and move forward to Spencer’s birth and birthday parties and beyond. All the while, I would be moving at my own pace.

I find the time capsule feature super interesting:

A Milestone is a memory that you create and save and send to someone on a specific date. What a great idea for making something now to give to your child in the future. I love it. There is a tribe feature where you can view the milestones and timelines made by your friends.

LiveOn would be great not just for your own memories but for loved ones. I would have loved it existed after my mom’s cancer diagnosis. I could have scanned photos and helped her narrate her own timeline before the stories were lost forever. It really is a great service, you should check it out.

 For 20% off LiveOn Rewind services, use the coupon code: cgc48.

Thank you to LiveOn for this sponsored opportunity to blog about storing and sharing my most important memories with those closest to me. Although story ideas were provided, all thoughts and opinions are my own.

Thank you again to LiveOnfor sponsoring this blog post. Please click here to learn more about storing and sharing your most special memories. I was selected for this sponsorship by Clever Girls Collective. All opinions expressed here are my own.

 

 

There are things in that paper which nobody knows but me…

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Moving back home at 27 was not something I anticipated, but my father could no longer care for my mother alone.

For the most part my parent’s house remained unchanged since I finished high school. By the time I graduated college, the last of the orange shag, the pizza carpet, disappeared. The house remained unchanged with one notable exception, but I had seen it. I knew what to expect.

I paused in the doorway, a sharp inhale before flipping the switch.

My childhood room had embodied the 70s and then the 80s. It started out a cheery bordering on nauseating shade of yellow called top banana. The hanging lamp in the corner’s orange gingham shade always dimly lit my play table, the wattage far too low. The white dotted-swiss curtains tied back with yellow bows blocked the view of the bars on the window. It was happy. It was sunny. It was childhood.

The room reeked of their stale cigarette smoke with a light dusting of my failure.

My mom decided to change things up when I entered junior high. The yellow paint gave way to cream wall paper with peach flowers. The only paper we could agree on the went with the orange shag. The quilt my mom made was amazingly late 80s. Abstract slashes, splashes and dots in peach and yellow on a dusty sage green. The curtains remained the same, but the ties took on the abstract theme. The hanging lamp was taken down, the ceiling patched. A last vestige of girlhood removed. It was frilly. It was not me. It was pre-teen.

I crossed the room to sit on the bed, dropping the last of my bags on the way.

My tastes changed as I entered high school, but there was no money for changes. I plastered the now insipid floral paper with Beatles posters and the usual clutter of a high school girl. The black poster with a single red rose had a special place on the back of the door. The memorabilia of a pre-teen gave way to shelves filled with literature with a capital L, both swoony and dark.  My biggest decorating regret as a literati teen was that I hadn’t thought to pick yellow wallpaper. It was chaos. It was cluttered. It was teenaged.

Looking up, I saw my face in the mirror. The same angle as my daily check in high school, but now with haggard eyes and an unfamiliar backdrop. Traversing the room aged me 5 years.

My mom hated every single embellishment I put on my teen walls and resented every push pin. Everything came down the day before I left for college, which was fine. But. But, the dust could have settled on my departure before the room was redone. My mom created her girlhood fantasy in purple and white. Rosebuds, peonies and vines. Lace, chenille and delicate gathers of cotton. All the things my mom dreamed of as a girl. dreamed of for her girls. She made up for lost time. It was soft. It was girly. It was no longer mine.

I sighed. It’s only one year.

I ran my hand down the smooth floral facade of the wall that connects my room to my sister’s former room. Rest my forehead against the purple flowers, knowing that on the other side lay a room essentially untouched. Sea-foam green walls now devoid of bulletin boards, pom-pons no longer resting on the shelf, but the rest remains the same save the bedspread. Her room left as a showpiece and mine smothered in flowers.

I stayed for four.


This post is my first post participating in The Red Dress Club’s memoir series.

Flashback Friday – Mom!

Friday, February 4th, 2011

It is my mom’s birthday tomorrow. I thought I would share some photos from the 60s that my cousins sent me when they cleaned out my grandmother’s house. I had never seen most of these before that envelope of awesome arrived. Because it was my dad’s mother’s house, most of the pictures were of him, but there were a ton of pictures from right after his wedding up until he went to Vietnam, which puts most of these 1968-1970.

This picture cracks me up because we had the ship painting, the picasso print and those encyclopedias in our house my whole life.

They took a trip to Washington DC in the spring on 1969. I love how fancy they look for sightseeing. These days we would just be in jeans and T-shirts.

I adore shift dresses. She’s so cute!

This is from what was known in my family as the Big Mama Frizz era, also known as the early 70s. I think that is my sister in the picture which means I wasn’t even a glimmer yet.

I loved this kind of lawn chairs when I was a kid and how they made the weird pattern on the backs of my thighs.  I never see them anymore. People all seem to have wooden chairs or the smooth fabric ones.

This is by far my favorite of the bunch! I love it. So many vintage photos seem posed and this is such a candid and she looks so happy. By the hair, I am guessing this is right after their wedding in 1968.

When I think of my parents from my childhood, this is what they look like. I think it is from Yosemite, which would put this at 1983.

Happy Birthday Mom!

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