My Dad Ken Davis wearing his signature Pendleton jacket on a GE job site. Although we share the same first name, his middle name was Gallusha and my Mom saved me from that…and from being called Junior! My Dad, Ken Davis the Elder, was an engineer by training, but he came up through the GE […]
My grandparents at the lake. I love how candid both of my grandparents are in this photo. He was a minister, and she was the ultimate Southern belle and minister’s wife. She must have been chilly after swimming in the lake and borrowed his shirt. It is buttoned askew with cigarettes in the pocket. I […]
One of my all-time favorite family photos is of a furry family member. Here’s Mike, my Papaw’s excellent bird dog, doing what he loved most: quail hunting with Papaw. These two were so important to me growing up. Mike was such a sweet, protective dog and a best friend to us. They were so close, […]
“Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can’t remember who we are or why we’re here.” –Sue Monk Kidd This is Donald Thorvald Kitchin and Zane Lorretta Nordhal, my parents. This photo of them was taken in 1953. They were newlyweds. At the time this photo was taken, my […]
Family memories make summer seem endless. This is one of my all-time favorite family photos. My brother and me (he’s on the left, I’m on the right) in Jackson, Wyoming in 1972. We were traveling from Georgia to Yellowstone National Park for family vacation. Being the family clown, I started yelling “the indians are coming”! […]
My mother as a little girl. She was always a tomboy, since she grew up with two older brothers and a neighborhood full of boys. She had curiosity and a desire to build and create things, combined with a strong maternal instinct. It has made her the perfect mother to me. ~shared by @lauraclayto View […]
Family photos are time capsules. Houston, Texas. 1959. One of my grandfather’s Kodachrome slides. My Dad is on the left. Dad grew up and became a professional photographer. And so did I. Although my grandfather worked for an oil company, he clearly is where we got our talent from. It’s just amazing to me seeing […]
Let’s look back to the Big Easy for some Southern stories. This is my beautiful Grandmother as a young girl with her Dad in the late 1950s at the Roosevelt hotel in New Orleans. Just look at those outfits and the awesome hairstyles! The Roosevelt has a long history and is a beacon of luxury […]
My Grandma C. passed when I was just five years old, but my aunt has a lot of these glamour shots taken of her by her friends around Salt Lake before she was married. She was ill for the last 10 years of her life, and I only remember a shadow of the person I’m […]
What will we have to show from our digital existence? Who will hold our memories in their hands? I recently discovered this portrait of my grandfather, Anthony Victor Flint, circa 1940. I was mesmerized. To me, it’s a clear indication of the significance of the photographic medium and the need to preserve our memories so […]
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