This is my great-grandmother Zelda. She came to New York from Russia around 1918. Shorty after she made the Bronx her home, she met and married her distant cousin with whom she had her only child, Natalie (my grandma). Natalie died at only 39, leaving my mom and her siblings motherless much too young. That’s […]
My Pappaw’s Air Force photos are my favorites. There are so many, but the one on the left is a postcard from 1942 to my Mammaw, back home in South Carolina, and it reads: “Darling, now don’t laugh, it’s me, but I don’t believe it. Get a load of those eyes, I’ve taken up hypnotizing. […]
The family album is dying. For years, families captured their daily lives on negatives and slides. Snapshots were then selected and collected into books, slide carousels and albums. Photo corners, sticky pages, scrapbooks, and slide projectors were the tools of the trade. The process itself was slow, requiring a camera, film and a lab to process and print. Collectors like Erik Kessels have […]
I never had the chance to meet my grandfather. He died a few years before I was born. I am named after him, Claudio Majorana. All that I know about him comes from stories my father told me since I was a kid. I know that my grandfather was an engineer and Sicilian Politician. But […]
Memorials mean more as the years go on, memories steeped in age and history. Lately, I have been thinking about the measure of a photograph. In a split second, a photo can capture memories and emotions that may have nothing to do with the actual photograph. I’m sure many books have been written on the […]
I present to you my beloved grandmother on her wedding day, circa 1973, looking as lovely as ever. I fell in absolute love when I first set my eyes on this photo; the orange haze enveloping the image (the same as the color of her wedding dress) emitting an aura of a time so dreamy […]
I love this photo of my grandmother and her twin sister, beyond the obvious that it is a great composition of two beautiful twin sisters. I recently saw this photo for the first time and I could immediately tell which one is my grandma Marian (on the left). Her sister Madeline is on the right. […]
This is my grandad, Abraham Quioto Lopez, in 1947 with his sax. He was a true “jack of many trades and master of none, ” as he’d call it. He came to the states from Honduras in the early 1940s in search of a better life. He also played the guitar, was an avid photographer […]
I was just through old family photographs, deciding which ones to frame, and I suddenly remembered this photo of my Grandma Evelyn back in the 1930s. There’s so much I love about this photo – her hair, her blouse, that background! I didn’t know her very well, and I kick myself sometimes wishing we could’ve […]
My grandparents, 60 years ago. July 1956. From what I understand, my papa had to really chase my grandma before she gave him the time of day. I’ve always noticed how in every picture of the two of them, he is just beaming. ~shared by @michellepetersonpaints View on Instagram ?
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