My old man grew up in a small Southern Oregon town named Central Point, a fairly conservative and rural place back in the late 1960s. It’s still mostly that way, however there’s a Sonic Drive-In right about where this picture was taken. The Robert Redford type character on the back holding the 22-ouncer is our […]
I was recently given an old box full of some of my grandpa’s photo equipment. In that box were two rolls of film. I scanned them and discovered some beautiful gems I had never seen before of my grandparent’s lives during the 1950s. It might be my favorite photo of my grandmother. ~shared by @kimsabbatino […]
I could look at this photo all day, every day. Taken in Jalisco, Mexico in the early 1950s, this photo shows my mom Maria (the girl in the dark dress) with her mother and sisters. They lived in a little pueblo called Villa Guerrero in the state of Jalisco in Mexico. My grandmother was called […]
My dad as a yound boy, young man, husband and dad. He was a family man. He used to say, “I am not rich in money, but in how much happiness you guys have brought me.” He was born in Romania in the country and after high school, he moved to Bucharest. That’s where he […]
Me at the Memphis zoo, circa 1965. I had a broken arm from flying out of the tire swing we had. As I recall, I went over a small maple tree, then crashed and broke my arm in two places. I love the Hitchcock-ish lady walking in the background…not to mention the peacock sneaking up […]
My favorite picture of my grandparents, taken sometime in the early 1950’s in Georgia. When they met, they were on dates with different people, but my grandpa knew he wanted my grandmother and wouldn’t leave her alone until she finally gave in and went on a date with him. They’ve been together ever since. ~shared […]
My grandparents Anna Colgan and Frank Murphy were married on Valentine’s Day, Feb. 14, 1917 in Stark County, Illinois. I once asked my mom why they weren’t holding hands on such a joyous day; such a public display of affection would have been a breech of decorum in that era, she said. Despite a reserved […]
This is one of many Pearson family outings in the Washington Cascades, circa 1930. My Great Grandfather, Erik Andreas Pearson (pictured upper left), came to the US in 1903 from Sweden and settled in the Pacific Northwest. There he became camp railroad foreman for the Wisconsin Lumber and Timber Co. He worked in the logging […]
Meet my grandparents Vittorio and Luigina. They met at primary school in Turin, northern Italy, after migrating from poorer regions. They became friends, then WWII broke out and my granddad left with the partisans at the young age of 17. He was gone for a few years and survived. Once back, he went straight away […]
“Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” – IMAN I was lucky that before my Dad passed, he gave me a bunch of his old photos. I treasure them and look at them regularly. This is one of my favorites. Dad in Germany after the war […]
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