It reminds you of who you were and what your dreams and plans were when you were young.
I took 35mm slides and pictures for years, always liked photography. I have births, birthdays, holidays, trips to the beach, my trips overseas, sometimes just a few quick shots taken on a summer day or playing in the snow in February. The slides are all in carousels, the pictures are in albums or in the paper envelopes they used to come back from the developer in. There are thousands of them.
No one wants them, really. I know the kids don't and who else could possibly care at all? My plan is to scan the best of them, a daunting task just to do a tithe of them, and to make some sense of it, write some text for each folder, put them in a file structure and then burn them to DVDs. I can make copies for each of them. And I know that they will never look at them all. One thing I'd have to do is make a short slide show with a few of the best ones and maybe they might look at it once. Maybe.
I have come to accept that these are my pictures and when I look at them they trigger memories for me, but these things that mean so much to me mean nothing to the rest of the world. I really don't know if there is any point in scanning them, but I understand that if I decide to do the work, it will be just for myself and my own satisfaction.
There a antique store/junk shop in town. I go in there at lunch time sometimes and walk around. In the back there is a table with some old film cameras and lenses and a big box full of photographs. They were all important to someone once. Now they are all jumbled together and you can have one for a dollar. They are disconnected from their history. You don't know who they are or anything about their lives beyond what the image reveals.
There's a lesson in that box about memories and the things we think we are preserving.
Every death is like the burning of a library.