Everybody Needs His Memories

Peeking out from my dressing (!!) room, Villa La Massa.

Peeking out from my dressing (!!) room, Villa La Massa.

Steps to the Arno at Villa La Massa.

Steps to the Arno at Villa La Massa.

I went looking for an old photo to post for today (throwback Thursday) and came upon some pictures taken during a trip to Italy with friends, in 2000. We, four couples, stayed at two fabulous hotels in Florence, the Villa San Michele and Villa La Massa. It was back in the pre-historic era (pre-iPhone) and if not for the photos that friends with DSLR cameras took, my memory of that trip would be even less than slim.  

Looking out from our rooms at Casa Berti.

Looking out from our rooms at Casa Berti.

Looking through old photos and sifting through memories are perfect ways to reflect and refresh.  I have a few notes that I jotted down during the trip that I wish I had paired with photos. When we stayed in a villa, Casa Berti, on the outskirts of Lucca, our dinners were made by a tiny woman named Jana, who lived next door with her family. She would deliver platters of food so huge that she had to walk sideways through the kitchen door. How I wish I had pictures of those meals!

 I vaguely recall posing for another 'out the window' picture (above). Were we looking out of the rooms that we actually slept in when this photo was taken, or did we spontaneously run indoors to pose out from these four windows?   Now, 15 years later, I'm left to rely on  memories that disappear with a shake of my etch-a-sketch brain.

 I've never been attracted to scrapbooking but I am able to appreciate the idea of curating photos.  I'm thinking now, of making books with the photos that I'm accumulating and adding some lines from my daily words in order to create better memories for the days ahead. I'll thank myself, later.

Everybody needs his memories. They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.
— Saul Bellow