Apologies for this late reply, but I’ve found some links that have been helpful to me over the past few years, and one more thing first: I noticed on the photo scanning website (NY company) that was mentioned, they scan photos in 300 resolution, which isn’t very good, and charge more for increased res. It’s worth it to have at least 700 IMHO. Now, these links are great programs for sending large files: https://myaccount.dropsend.com/login http://www.sendthisfile.com http://www.yousendit.com/ I just sent out an album I created from photos taken during a precious granddaughter’s visit (Miss 3+ year old who loves music, people, flowers, fountains, signs and reads Braille without need to do so, and reading) on Kodak.com album creator. It was a huge hit. Bye!

frank, you don’t mean random access memory, you mean hard drive space.

Jeannot . . In my mind - never said aloud - I consider the photographs of my life and family to be my treasures. I don’t look at them, but inside those envelopes with Kodak stamped on them is the essence of a life. There is a peace, a satisfaction in knowing that they are there - there - that piece of me that says so much. And Jeannot, I DO understand the beautiful thoughts behind your caring to work to pass them on for other generations, but somehow - to me - it seems like we have another world of people out there now where appreciation of the irreplacable things that define “family” long after we are gone will also be gone. And true “thank yous” have almost gone the same way.

Elaine, I don’t know about you, but those photos that actually go back to my grandparents (and one look and they seem priceless as they reflect another time so different than even the last 50 years) are sitting in boxes on every closet floor begging me to give them new life — or at the very least, a quick dump into the trash. The job though is overwhelming; the decision-making the most difficult part. Overhead are boxes of slides - slides of the most exotic or way-out journeys in the world. Some are so stunning beautiful or unusual that I have not seen their equal. They must be saved - somehow. But again - decisions on hundreds of others that each contain memories of moments that cannot be replaced. So like you Elaine, they have become my greatest avoidance - yet I can almost hear them calling out for my help!

Diana — I have missed you so — but, as you know, sometimes REAL life gets in the way of the pleasure of writing and reading. And don’t you also find that calamities seem to come in bunches, requiring your full attention and making you dread the next phone call as you are already stressed out from “being there” for best friends and others whose lives have tipped the wrong way. My heart says I must be there for them as they would be for me (well, I think!), but the only way to cope well seems to assume the fetal position in bed on the off-hours to recover for still another day. And so it has been. As for the photos, they are the only thing left for most of family that was. But you know “closet organizers”? Well, I need someone to be the active one in working with me, taking my choices and doing the “dog work” that f p talked about, making the present mish-mash a forever gift to future generations. It wouldn’t have to be many - I say now - but enough that future generations would look and see the family resemblence perhaps - or get a feel of the specialness of our own lives and backgrounds. I need HELP big time !!! Maybe I could hire f p. He could make the rounds, personally visiting his WOW friends and setting their lives in order with a huge smattering of his laughter and lightness. Right now, it sounds good.