I am not photo person. With the exception of my brother and some friends who are talented photographers, I can tolerate very people who show me large amounts of personal photos. My happy memories are triggered by a certain angle or shade of light, by music, and by food.
However, I realize that (in the US at any rate), I am abnormal. Many Americans greatly value family movies, photos, and scrapbooks. Whenever I walk into a Michaels, I am dazzled by the complexity of American scrap booking. My photos are tossed into a plastic milk crate on a high shelf in a closet. As I read Rubin's book, I found myself wondering if I am missing out on the happy memories because I am not a photo person.
My questions are:
- do people actually use these keepsakes to remind themselves of happy memories?
- are tangible treasure troves needed to create memory treasure troves?
- is the need to always catch that moment a cause of unhappiness for some people?
Please comment. My next post will be on decluttering.