Forty-three thousand pictures

I've been thinking about Lori Hurst's 43,000 pictures and thinking, I'm so glad she got those tagged as otherwise, when she goes to the great beyond, no one is ever going to know what to do with them.

The last couple of weeks I have been tending (during mutual) for a family in the ward whose wife is Young Women's president and the husband is a newly called bishopric member. When I was at their house, I saw something really neat. Their Grandfather had put together a book he called "Flying Lessons". It was hardbound and geared to kids. He had a picture of himself with his flight crew, the planes he flew, a plane being refueled, him standing next to the governor, etc. Then he would have four paragraphs next to each picture: an historical explanation of what was going on, his personal feelings, the life lesson in the story, and a gospel principle exhibited. For example, when he was talking about flying in the cold war, he said, "We are in a cold war with Satan," and then went on to explain. I thought it was such a clever idea.

Sadly, I don't have Lori's problem. I have so few pictures, tagging is not an issue. I do need to do something with the stories I have been collecting in my head. Otherwise, they'll never be much good to anyone.