I was searching through our English slides from 1971, looking for a particular one of our kitchen when it struck me just how meaningful photographs really, really are. Here we were, ages 9, 7, and 5 years old, living with our mom and dad in this big country that we'd never been to before and now, 46 years later, I can hold these thin negatives pasted between two white pieces of cardboard up to the window and remember exactly how everything looked, felt, smelled, tasted and sounded. What a gift.