“When our hearts turn to our ancestors, something changes inside us. We feel part of something greater than ourselves.” -Russell M. Nelson Sometimes, the best way to make sense of the present is to look to the past. After all, our stories started before us and will be continued by the next generation. Today, we […]
It was only fifteen minutes into the cleaning frenzy when I came across her photo. It was a vintage, black- and-white portrait of a young starlet, her long, wavy hair pinned gently back and a demure smile resting on her face as she looked away from the camera. Across the front, her signature was scrawled: Patricia […]
Oh hey, it’s Friday! This is my dad, circa 1966, being silly. For their honeymoon, my Mom and Dad toured Salt Lake City, including a visit to Hogle Zoo, where this photo was taken. Cute, huh? There’s also a photo of my mom doing the same thing. The lion is a drinking fountain. When they […]
I’ll never forget this day in late 60s. That’s the first fish I ever caught and removed from the hook, under the watchful eyes of my Uncle Chuck and my Dad. Naturally, my Dad is smoking a cigarette, although he quit shortly after this due to the arrival of my youngest sister. We were on […]
This is one of my favorite photos of my dad, Bill (lower left), his twin sister Kathy, his mother Betty, who sadly passed away in 1982, and his father William, who sadly passed away just a few weeks ago at the age of 91. They lived in Hawaii for a number of years in the […]
Meet my grandmother, Mary Pearson, who was often photographed by my grandfather and newlywed husband, Eric Holger Pearson. Here, Mary is pictured in 1932 at the base of Nisqually-Paradise Road, Mt. Rainier, Washington State’s highest volcano. I am lucky to have hundreds of photos from my grandfather’s collection, many of which capture my grandparents adventures […]
These two beautiful young people are my beloved grandparents, Danusia and Tadeusz Bulkiewicz. They both had painful experiences as children, suffering things that no child should ever suffer. My grandmom spend the years of World War II in an orphanage and never wanted to talk about this trauma. My granddad was old enough to be […]
My grandfather, Dwight Percy Farnworth, was a man of many trades and talents. One thing I remember fondly about him was his poetry. He memorized poems – so many poems. As his granddaughter, I recall him reciting poems to me to correct me, teach me, and even to answer my questions. It seems he knew […]
This is a photo of my mom and her big sister Jan in Massapequa, New York. My Aunt Jan was a remarkable woman who recently passed away at the age of 75 after fighting a long, hard, six-year battle with cancer. She was a private, self-reliant woman who found it difficult to let people help […]
Me (the sassy brunette in the pink dress), my brother and sister, and a few girls from the neighborhood. Growing up in the 70’s, the neighborhood kids were everything. Moms never had to arrange play dates or hover over us. They let us be free, have fun, explore and when differences came up, they let […]
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