I’ve been meaning to blog about this for a while. To blog about how I became a scrapbooker. And I put it off because the more I thought about it, the more I realised that it’s actually a pretty long development. And it starts with a postcard. Or, more accurately, lots of postcards…
When I was quite a little Miss Smith, we used to buy postcards on our family holidays. These were usually staycations, a currently fashionable word which means to holiday in the UK. And we visited some really wonderful places and bought postcards. Sometimes sensible ones depicting the place. Sometimes pictures of donkeys or teddy bears or Postman Pat, more obviously appealing to little brains. (My brain is considerably more sizeable these days. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself).
This one I captioned "I like
thi thes this one"
And when we got home, we would scrapbook them. Although scrapbook meant a different thing then. It meant that Mum would help my brother and me write a couple of sentences about where we’d been on the giant sugar paper pages of our scrapbooks and then stick in the matching postcard. And sometimes a sticker for good measure.
So maybe we were scrapbooking after all. It has only recently struck me that this is when I started scrapbooking. Picture and journaling. Although the journaling was considerably more of a labour then, as my handwriting will testify.There’s nothing like a neat, flowing, eloquent copperplate to delicately furnish a page with details.
This scrapbooking expanded to include postcards sent to us from relatives in Australia or my uncle who used to go mountain climbing in exotic places, or Nanny and Papa going on their holiday for the year. I’m really pleased to discover that it even included a postcard bought on a trip down the village to the post office, a little momento of the centre of the village where I used to live.
I got older, I learned joined-up handwriting and suddenly...
We stopped doing it.
I wonder why?
P.S. Obviously, this is not the end of the story. Otherwise my scrapbook pages would be, shall we say, different? So keep a weather eye out for part two!