First for my project, I'm using a simple Epson flatbed scanner. The flatbed is 9X12 and the pages are 12x12, so I have to scan the top part of the page, then the bottom - on each side. And then to save time, I learned a time saving trick, to scan the page only once, and if it has 2 or 3 photos in that one scan, I go to the file folder, and copy that scanned image, and paste it however many times there are images. This saves me a huge amount of time.
And then the fun part! Cropping!! jOy! My cousin reintroduced me to the new Picasa photo software his summer, with facial recognition! All of my scans from my grandma's heritage album project show up nicely in Picasa for me to crop and tag and I can even enter a paragraph description of the photo. Since they have already written all this in the book, it's a huge help.
Why? So why am I doing this you say? Well, there is only ONE copy of each of these precious photo treasures, which are stored nicely in only ONE beautiful album! Someday (hopefully soon) I hope to finish this up and create maybe one of those nice photo books from vistaprint or snapfish or something - so everyone can have a heritage book of their own!
Picasa is such a beautiful tool, all of my work has already been uploaded to my online Picasa folder, which I've shared with the family, so they can download, print, and enjoy too!
I'm also rolling around the idea of creating a photo video, with "Grandma's" story. I plan on sitting down with her & and showing her a couple of the photos and have her tell me about each of them, in her own special way, and record her voice telling the stories.

One story she shared with me recently was about her "daddy" - my great, grandfather Sam Calhoun who lived in Laurel, Mississippi. Sam worked at a lumber yard grading lumber. He walked to work every day, rain or shine, sick or well. He used a piece of chalk between his index finger and his middle finger for so long, that until the day he died, he had a permanent indention in his finger. He never missed a day of work. Not one day in over sixty years! That's what grandma says. He worked in the same spot, marking that lumber with a "B, or Better." The spot where he stood would begin to buckle and bend, and over the course of his time there he wore out three floors. Yup, that's what grandma said.
Hearing that story changed my whole perspective on working integrity. Waking up and going to work, even when you don't feel like it. Doing your job without complaining, and doing it well. No matter what you are facing or feeling, make your mark everyday in this world, even if your mark is simple as grading lumber. I wonder where in the world Sam Calhoun's lumber ended up. How did his "B" or hi "Better" pieces get used?
Pretty amazing, my heritage of integrity that lies in the pages of this photo album...