Now that I have my Christmas and Easter pictures developed I have more things to post on my refrigerator. I doubt if there will be enough room, but I’ll squeeze them in somehow. I keep going back to the store to buy more magnets, then go home, put up the new pictures, the new notes and the hand drawn pictures from my grandchildren and find out I need more magnets.

Somewhere under the hand drawn pictures from my grandkids is the new phone number for the Pizza Parlor, but I haven’t found it yet. I thought about taking some of them off and putting them in a box, but how can I take something so important and store it away in some dark corner.

Notices of meetings and special events are on the freezer door. Need to make sure I see those. My memory has never been reliable, but I am an excellent note writer. The only problem is I sometimes misplace my notes. Thus the refrigerator door is an excellent receptacle for significant information.

Also, my refrigerator bulletin board is a great picker-upper if I’m feeling a little down. How can I not smile at my granddaughter’s picture of a house, a sun, a tree, a stick dad, stick mother, two children and what looks like a dog, or maybe it's a cat? And that darling picture of my grandson kissing my cocker, how could I ever remove that from my display?

I even have a picture of myself and three friends when were ushers at a Rodeo in Santa Maria the summer after our junior year in high school. Talk about old memories. That was 60 years ago. I have black and white photos, colored pictures and even some that have faded to an odd shade of brown, but they will stay right where they are.

It’s not that I don’t have pictures scattered throughout my home. I have lots of them and check look at them frequently, but when I stand back and look at my refrigerator, I see a multitude of wonderful moments in my life; the brand new grandchild, a kindergarten graduation, a special birthday party, my children, the grandchildren, and now the great grandchildren. There are silly faces, pouting faces, grinning faces, happy faces and even angry faces. It’s fun to catch them off guard. I think at last count, including husbands and wives there are 36 that I can claim as immediate family. Yes, my refrigerator is certainly overloaded, but it has become a colorful trip through my past and I love the memories these pictures and drawings bring to the forefront of my mind.

I do believe, however, that in the near future I’m going to have to consider buying a larger fridge.