February 17, 2014 A "Kodak moment" is forever remembered. Last week, in honor of my baby brother's forty-something birthday on Valentines day, we pulled out a gem of a photo that was taken years ago. It is one of the many shot through the years of us gathered around grandma's table. The centerpiece was always a freshly baked-from-scratch angel food cake and the birthday honoree smiling giddily, surrounded by some of the dozens of cousins in our family. With a count of eight Anthony siblings, seventeen cousins, grandma and grandpa plus many more, there was always the opportunity to celebrate someone's birthday at grandmas farm. And that always meant one of grandma's tasty cakes. Sometimes we even had the privilege of accompanying grandma into the hen house to gather fresh eggs for the cake. If you've never had the chance to do this, then you don't know what it's like to slide your hand under a nesting hen in search of a warm egg. It's positively amazing. It took about a dozen eggs to make an angel food cake but eggs were always abundantly available at the farm. The finished product was topped with candles signifying the number of years being celebrated. This particular photograph featured my brother, aged three, with arms flung protectively around his cake, flanked by us cousins who were clearly eager for the first bite of birthday cake. No doubt this honor was reserved for my brother since it was his birthday. That photo, that "Kodak moment", along with countless others, is a little piece of history. It's a testament to another time and place and without it I'm afraid our memories of the event would be rather blurred, if even available. So don't forget to capture a few moments of your own. Someday, maybe forty or so, you will be glad you did because seeing them will surely trigger a whole lot more memories.  And that's something that just can't be beat.