From the desk of Willie Delwiche.
A box of family photos showed up at my house this weekend.
Some are relatively recent, others stretch back nearly a century. Together, they tell a story of generation after generation experiencing life in its many stages. Each one captures a moment
One that really stuck out to me was an image of a camping trip from more than 90 years ago. You can see an old car with a canvas tent pitched against it. At a picnic table, we see a lady and two young boys. The younger of these two is my grandfather. Next to him is his brother. Behind him is their mother (my great-grandmother).
“Now that’s camping done right,” I thought as I inspected the picture.


