“We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.” ~Edward Sellner I’ve always loved this photograph hanging on my grandma’s wall. The cute couple (very front, right) is my great grandma Mabel and my great grandfather Randolph right after they got engaged. Saltair, SLC, Utah, circa 1918. ~shared […]
I’ve been scanning old family photos and slides for several years now; this one stands out to me for obvious reasons. The less obvious reasons are subtle and special. As a child of the 1960s, I remember all the local businesses being run by WWII vets, most still in good shape. This photo, from a […]
In 1974 my father, a professor of British and African History, took a sabbatical year to do research in Kenya and teach aboard “World Campus Afloat,” an earlier version of Semester at Sea. He took my mother and young brothers along for the adventures. Here they sit in the Nairobi train station, waiting in the […]
This is one of my favorite photos of my sister and me. She was born in New Orleans, so this was probably there or Metairie, Louisiana . I’ve got thigh high socks on and of course, a cat on my lap. The guitar was mine as well. Just two happy girls sitting on a stoop […]
Meet my grandfather Robert. He born in 1900 and was part of a generation that lived through two World Wars and a Great Depression and other hardships as well. Quiet, reserved and even tempered, he was respectful of others and a generous giver of his time to whomever was in need. A farmer, machinist, gunsmith, […]
We are who we are because of who they were. My grandparents were both born and raised in Hawaii, and they wanted their island home to be their final resting place, as well. My grandfather passed away about 8 years ago, and his ashes were intered in the Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery in Kaneohe, Oahu. My […]
This is an old 35mm Kodachrome of my Grandfather and Grandmother standing next to their plane and Inuit family in the Nunavut territory of Canada during the early 1950s. Both my grandparents supplied medical aid for polio and tuberculosis to the Eskimo people during the harsh winters. My grandfather was an accomplished physician and pilot; […]
“If you don’t know the past, you can’t understand the present.” -Chaim Potok On New Year’s day, my family remembers the birthday of Ruth Appel Wittmayer. She was delivered at 12:01 am on January 1, 1929, the first baby born in Brooklyn that year, as reported in the local newspapers. She would have been 87 […]
Missing my mom. This is mom in the summer of ’57 on the Staten Island ferry. It was her first time going back to visit her parents in NY after getting married and moving to Cleveland. I lost my mom in 2006. She always looked forward to her yearly visits back to NYC to see […]
All I want for Christmas is memories. Christmas morning, 1968. Here, my parents captured that magical moment when my siblings and I rounded the corner from our front stairs and hallway to the living room. When we stepped into the room, we saw that Santa had made his visit; erecting a massive tree, decorating every […]
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