“A photograph never grows old. You and I change, people change all through the months and years, but a photograph always remains the same. How nice to look at a photograph of a mother or father taken many years ago. You see them as you remember them.” – Albert Einstein

Cookout. Peabody, Massachusetts. June 1961.

My grandfather passed away when I was only 8 or 9 years old. I have very few memories of him.

He served in the Navy in WW2 and got into photography. When he finally settled in Peabody, Massachusetts and started a family, his love of photography carried over. I recently discovered a crate of hundreds of slides my grandfather had taken, carefully labeled and preserved.

My Dad was one of six children, all of whom my grandfather loved to photograph. I have slowly been digitizing his collection. I love to see my father’s childhood through my grandfather’s eyes. He carefully labeled each slide he shot with the date, location and even exposure and aperture settings, as if he were constantly trying to improve his skills.

My grandmother, who is now 90, suffers from dementia. One of the best memory triggers for her are my grandfather’s photographs. Being the younger of her eleven grandkids, I don’t have the traditional grandmother-granddaughter bond with her. However we always have connected through these photographs. ~shared by @kendrarendra