When I was a kid I loved going into my Grandparents closet to pull out family photo albums. They were always great. My Pompom always had a camera around his neck and he took great photos. My favorite album was from his time stationed in India during World War II. There was something magical about opening that album, touching the pages and seeing how much time had changed the book. But my favorite part was sitting down with the family as my grandpa would remember stories about living in India. It is something I will never forget.Continue Reading..