George and the Helicopter

It may seem trite but is absolutely true.  Life is made up of moments.  Moments make memories.  Memories stay.  If we help them.  That is why I love to make tiny tales.  Sometimes a tiny tale is just a few photographs.  Put together to cement a moment in time.  Like storing food for winter.  Storing memories for the years that will come when youth is behind.  That is when it will be wonderful to pull out the “tiny tales” and remember.

I love to use transparencies.  The regular kind that people used to make to use with overhead projectors.  Those transparencies.  As old-fashioned as they seem today in the world of PowerPoint, they are perfect for tiny, moment-capturing books.  For the cover of this tiny-tale-as-told-in-photographs, I made two copies of George in my color printer.  First I made the actual photograph and then I made the same photograph on a transparency made for use with an ink jet printer.  I am careful to line the images up perfectly when I bind the edge or punch holes for rings.

This tiny tale has only six photographs and no words.  The cover has the date and all the words necessary to tell the tale.   George and the Helicopter 2011.  What more is there to say?  Besides.  I want George to tell the tale.  To turn the pages and tell me what is happening.  He remembers now because it just happened.  In twenty years he’ll remember because of this little book.

These photographs are 5×7.  They are glued to chipboard with tacky spray.  I rounded the edges with a Corner Chomper.  In between each page is a clear, acrylic page.  The kind used for report covers.  I buy them at the office supply store and use them for everything.  I punched the holes with a Crop-o-dile.  You need a dictionary to live in today’s crafty world.

George is going to be a helicopter pilot.  His dad built a wooden model with him but it wouldn’t fly.  George found a picture of a helicopter in a magazine and asked his mother to cut it out so it could fly.  So I am told.

Grandpa charged the helicopter and up it went.  And around.  And down.  George even got to work the controls himself.  He was really good at it.  He’ll make a great pilot someday !

“By, George.  I believe you’ve got the hang of it.”

-Grandpa

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