When my parents came back this year, they brought with them a big box of unexpected treasure... the stash of photographs we left with my mother's brother when we emigrated from China in the 80's. My uncle had moved a few times and we had long thought or were told that our photos were thrown out, so you can imagine our collective joy to recover these tangible evidence of our lives.
I was immediately anxious to scrap a photo from the stash. I know I should scan the photo and preserve the original, but I figured that once it is scrapped, the original is preserved, lol. Serendipitously, the Front Porch Kits' June kit had just arrived, and it is so easy to interpret the papers and embellishments in the kit as vintage perfect. I picked out this important photo, and because it is small, I framed the photo onto the layout like a wall hanging.
The year was 1982. That's right, I got it wrong on the layout and I'm too lazy to re-photograph! My father's birth parents held their only family reunion in Beijing. They had eleven children, among them, the 8th (my dad), 9th, and 10th children were adopted by other families, and this was the only time when all eleven children gathered under one tiny roof for ten days. Talk about a logistical nightmare in the days when telephones were not available to ordinary Chinese people. This was/is the only time I've met most of my uncles, aunts, and cousins, most of them known to me by their relationship to me, and not by name. Can you spot me in the front row?