Everyday is Mother’s Day! Simply pick a day to tell her how much you love her.
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Why it is important to have a memory book. Memories fade. Memories of the ones we love. Memories of our own younger selves. In a world where life moves at a breakneck pace, it’s easy to let cherished memories slip through the sands of time. Pass on your legacy to your children and grandchildren. Start your collection of memories – handwritten notes, photos, sounds, objects. Convert them into a beautifully designed
Click video printed coffee table book or an engaging digital flip-book. My Story My first recollection of the memories of my childhood are from the age of five. I was sitting in my grandmother’s lap. She showed me an album with pictures. The heavy album partly rested on my lap. On the rugged cover of the album was the image of a camera. A large camera on a wooden tripod. A person was standing behind it, bent down, with a black shroud on top of him. His right hand covered the lens at the end of a bellows. He held a lens cap to capture and smother the light entering the film. The large format album held black and white photographs in two sizes. The larger ones held together extended family members. The smaller photos, depending on the creativity of the photographer, was in
Image Gallery portrait or landscape mode. All photos were held at the corners by small triangular pockets. The pages were separated by a thin onion paper. Some of the photographs have started fading away. I was more interested in the pictures of me as a baby held by my parents. Parents I do not remember seeing before. Memories I lost forever My grandparents have passed on. Recently, decades later from my first recollection of memories, my parents too have passed. One year apart. All I have of them are a few photographs. The albums themselves are
A large collection of fonts lost. Even in this digital age, I did not think of collecting more memories of them – photos, voices, keepsakes… Memories fade. Memories of the ones we love. Memories of your own younger selves. Capture them in various ways. Build up a collection of memories that will bring a smile in your later years. A collection you will be glad to leave behind for your children and grandchildren. Gift your wisdom I have now started recording myself. Voices; I jot down my inner voices in a journal. I capture my stories on my iPhone. I record the changes in my face, photos with my wife in various settings during our hikes and travel. I have also started writing down memories that I remember from the day I was born. What I don’t remember I ask my family. Many of them have
Connect with me for a demo passed on. The ones remaining… their memories are also fading. Start with the voices and sounds that ricochet in your mind. Get it out there on paper, record them on your phone. I am a storyteller. I dig out stories, give them a voice, craft them, design them, and communicate them. Through digital and print mediums. Connect with me to bring your stories to life! This memory book is for demo purposes. The intention is to showcase the range of possibilities a digital book offers in addition to a printed coffee table book. Tell your stories. In your own words.
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