Grammy On the Go! – part 1

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[Editor’s note: Flip-Pal Ambassador Peggy Lauritzen looks at her own family’s story and her reasons for why “Flip-Pal goes where I go.”]

My Grandparent's Photograph

My Grandparent’s Photograph

We all have them.

We have inherited a shoebox full of photos that no one labeled or we have discovered one of those dreaded magnetic photo albums that were so popular when they first arrived on the scene. Sometimes we can remove those photos; sometimes we must let them be. These albums were very popular when they first appeared, for they were very easy to use, did not require glue or fasteners on the corners of photos and seemed to be protected by their see-through pages.

However, through the years, they have proven to cause more damage than ever imagined. The photos have a tendency to stick to the magnetic backing and the clear pages will sometimes lift the colors right off the photos.

Such was the case in my own family. I was born into an older family. My parents were in their forties and my three sisters were mostly grown and out of the house. That may not be old by today’s standards, but when I was born in the 1950s it was considered old. It also meant my grandparents were born in the late 1800s, a fact that is remarkable to some. Imagine knowing someone from that century!

But everyone is gone now. My mother died nearly thirty years ago. Then, just a few short years ago, my father died—followed by my mother-in-law the next year and my father-in-law the year after that.

In the blink of an eye my husband and I became the older generation. We became the ones that our children, our nieces and our nephews would come to when they wanted to know the family’s history, to hear stories and to see the photos.

My sisters are all approaching their late 70s now and there is no time to waste in tweaking their minds to retrieve any tidbits of information that I can. We get together quite often to research our family lines and to review photos. But, like many older family members, they don’t want to let those items out of their hands.

Enter the Flip-Pal mobile scanner.

This little device was a valuable tool in scanning the photos and documents that survived a fire in my parents’ home. It is just the right size for sitting in front of the television and scanning away. It is perfect for traveling—having its own little tote bag and extra batteries packed away and ready to go.

Gone are the days when I would try to convince cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents that I would take good care of their photographs if I could just borrow them. Most of my family lives out of state, so it would mean borrowing photos one at a time, taking them to a developing center and physically returning it into their hands. It was expensive and time-consuming.

I particularly remember such an occasion when I visited my aunt and uncle who, at the time, also had their adult son living with them. All three were on oxygen and were heavy smokers.

I noticed a formal picture of my grandparents that was fastened onto their wall with screws. It was the same photo that had burned when my father’s home caught fire just a year after my mother’s death. My dad really missed his copy of the picture and we really had no way to order another. I took that picture to the color copy center, which they duplicated. It was extremely yellowed from years of cigarette smoke, but my dad was happy to receive it as a gift and it hung on his wall until his death.

I recently used the Flip-Pal to scan and stitch that same photo, using the included photo software to remove the yellow stained background. It is beautiful.

Flip-Pal goes where I go. And now, precious photos will be forever preserved.

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