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 ?
This is my father, Kevin, and my grandfather, Cleo, in middle-of-nowhere Alabama during the summer of 1957. My dad was the oldest of three boys and I’m sure shenanigans like this happened all the time, especially with my grandfather at the helm. I know things like this would probably have many mothers shaking their heads, […]
This is my mom, Dorothy, who grew up in a small town in Wisconsin. Looking at this photo, I always wondered if she was afraid of the horse or if she was ‘hamming it up’ as she enjoyed performing in school plays…probably a bit of both! Mom liked being fashionable and dressed up for her […]
Some may see an old photo. We see a story. The young girl on the left is my Gran, Mima, circa 1925. She would have been 15 when this picture was taken. She loved theatre and being on the stage in amateur productions. She was always cast as a boy because she was tall. She […]
Some may see an old photo, faded, grainy, showing signs of age. We see a story. This weekend is Mother’s Day and I want to start it off by sharing this photo of my Grandma Merlynn, who is pictured here walking with 3 of my uncles towards The Great Salt Lake for a swim/float. She […]
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