I read Edgar Allen Beem’s Oct. 10 column (“The Universal Notebook: Our lives in pictures”) with joy, knowing that I was not alone. Not only do I have a special shelf near the front door in case photo albums need to be thrown to safety from a fire, but I also have tubs of negatives, old photos and photo books that chronicle our family (not to mention the walls covered with framed photos). At every family event I close my ears to the critique and snap away. It may not be great photography, but someone needs to tell the stories, and as the eldest of my generation, it’s me.
I think I’ll carry your column around to share with family. Thank you, Edgar.