My mom’s beautiful smile is the only thing that could distract from the aching nostalgia of seeing the World Trade Center in this 1972ish photo of the two of us from New York’s Liberty Island. I was born in New Jersey and after a few years was raised in my mom Kathy’s hometown of Rochester, […]
As a young boy, I would often stay at my grandparents house over the weekend. The spare bedroom I slept in had a varnished, wooden box on top of the wardrobe that opened out into a writing desk. Inside it were an assortment of black and white family photographs of my parents, grandparents and other […]
Mama bear and me, 1981. My mom was 36 when this picture was taken, which is my age now. I am her baby and the youngest of four. Shortly after this photo was taken, my mom made the difficult decision to leave my father (deservedly so) and raise us on her own. She took multiple […]
What does the title “Archivist” mean to you? Wikipedia says an archivist is a “record keeper, surveying an unprocessed collection of materials primarily for conservation or preservation before the archivist begins arrangement and description.” Conservation. Preservation. Record Keeper. Those words all convey a sense of importance, trust and longevity. Here, we begin to uncover my personal […]
The man holding the camera is my dad, Max, around 1969-70. He was a journalist, musician, artist, photographer, businessman, local alderman, and community activist. Most important, he was a husband and a father. He loved to travel and the souvenirs he collected were friendships with diverse people. Today we say farewell to him and honor […]
Meet my parents Moulay Said and Elkamla, pictured here with my aunt in the early 1960s. This portrait was taken in Morocco, a few years after my parents’ wedding. It represented the start of a new life together. They were leaving the beautiful city of Fes for a new season of life in Casablanca. Although […]
Mama’s birthday is today. She would’ve been turning 86. Here we are, thick as thieves in December of 1961, with my beloved Gund Cubbi bear, that I still have of course. I was 2 and she was 32. Lots of our photos are of me standing on something, mostly cars it seems. They waited later […]
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