In my attic I have an old trunk that contains old black and white pictures of my family. Nearly all my family is gone now, save a sister, but on occasion I open up the trunk and walk down memory lane. It is a bitter sweet experience. I would love to sit with my grandfather before he died and have him tell me stories about the people and places in these old photos. What brings up this subject is a song out now that speaks to this very issue and it is one of my favorites. It sung by a man with a deep country voice as he listens to his grandpa telling stories about old black and white pictures. Hope you like it.
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