When my now-in-middle-years children were small, I used to 'encourage' them to make a travel scrapbook. Entrance tickets, postcards, sugar packets, dead leaves - anything would do. Plus a diary entry for the day in their own handwriting - and ours too, to be fair. They hated me for it. Nowadays, almost whenever they come to visit, they haul out the scrapbooks and pore over them, page by page, having those 'Do you remember when ...?' conversations. I rest my case. Though I note they don't impose the same regime on their own children. Me? My photographs have become my journal. Sometimes my blog. And yes, for special voyages, I still keep a diary. I wish I still diod the scrapbook kind really. Nothing like an old beermat to bring back the memories.
When my now-in-middle-years children were small, I used to 'encourage' them to make a travel scrapbook. Entrance tickets, postcards, sugar packets, dead leaves - anything would do. Plus a diary entry for the day in their own handwriting - and ours too, to be fair. They hated me for it. Nowadays, almost whenever they come to visit, they haul out the scrapbooks and pore over them, page by page, having those 'Do you remember when ...?' conversations. I rest my case. Though I note they don't impose the same regime on their own children. Me? My photographs have become my journal. Sometimes my blog. And yes, for special voyages, I still keep a diary. I wish I still diod the scrapbook kind really. Nothing like an old beermat to bring back the memories.
So true Margaret, you are a fabulous advert for journaling and interesting trips, long may it continue 🤓
That's a great idea. I may have to scribble some notes down before they disappear from memory altogether. Thank you for sharing. Xx❤️💕✨
My pleasure, happy travels 😀