To Marion

I got a box in the mail the other day addressed to "amazing molly".
That, alone, could have probably been enough for me for the whole week:  This box, the wonderful address.

But when I opened it, I saw two big bowed piles of old, fantastically old, from wedding to funeral, from birth to 22, family photos. 

And here's the crazy part of that:  They weren't my family.
{Seems I've become known for being someone who loves the old stuff.  The old photos even more.}
They all belonged to a woman I know only through the world of blog;  yet my mother and I both agree, this is someone we would really, really like.  We love, love, love her blog, can't get over the way she's able to so clearly express, we love her comments on this blog, mom even comments to me on her comments.  
And the dichotomy?/irony? of knowing someone only in this wi-fi computer-database (blah erg um computer stuff, technology, mybad, high tech, blah, blech)  day and age, contrasted with the US Postal Service, mailed-to-me, bound and unusual, singular and downright spectacular, physical proof of her history makes the whole thing all that more fantabulous.  What a freakin strange, and sometimes ridiculously wonderful world we live in.

It's a pretty powerful stack of photos, so many of which will be posted each day on Other People's Lives over the next two weeks.  Someday I'm going to publish a little glossy of the most unusual or quaint photos that speak to me, out of the thousand's I now happily own & insanely love, and I know will only grow larger over the years (see:  addiction: evidence no.1,  evidence no.2,  evidence no.3).

So, if I may,
an internet shout-out to my friend, Marion, through the internet waves and over the years, you are most definitely someone my mother and I still strongly agree, this is someone we're lucky to know we would really, really like....