How’s this for a spooky October photograph? This is my mother, Linda (far right) and her cousins dressed up as mice in October 1962 in Point Au Baril, Ontario. My mother was an only child, but she didn’t suffer from OCS (Only child syndrome). In fact, growing up she was incredibly close with her parents, […]
This photo is of my grandfather, a man whom I never met. It was taken in the 1930s, before my mum was born. My grandfather was a policeman in a little town in Nigeria called Buguma, and he was very well-respected. He met the queen of England when she visited Nigeria in 1956 and received […]
This photo is of my grandma, Mary Virginia Linck, and her mother, Mabel Cook, on my grandma’s wedding day on October 2, 1948. I love the adoration in my great grandmother’s eyes as she watches as her oldest daughter prepare for the biggest day of her life. I also love the smile on my grandma’s […]
In going through some old family photos, I was taken by this photo of my great aunt, Vinnie Margaret Cernosek who was born in 1924. I’m not sure about the exact date of this photo, but it was probably taken around 1942. As the owner of a vintage clothing shop, I especially love looking at […]
Meet my great aunt Francis and her true love, Al. Their love story is bittersweet. My grandparents, Bob and Bess, were best friends with Al and Francis. From other pictures I’ve looked at, the four of them lived life to the fullest. They went boating, camping, fishing and dancing together. They always whooped it up! […]
Photographs are passports to a priceless place called MEMORY; they help us remember to remember. My Mom, fine artist Priscilla Jenne, was born in 1922 in Minneapolis. She began her professional career winning prizes at local and state competitions. When mom was placed in a nursing home, I was worried for her memory. She’d been […]
“Essentially what photography is is life lit up.” Sam Abell While visiting family in Minnesota, I found six Kodachrome slides amongst my mom’s old photos. I had never seen a color photo of her at this age (nor my grandma, grandpa, and aunt) until I digitized this one. 1956, Amnicon Lake, Nanc is on the […]
This is the house I grew up in. It’s located in what used to be a small town, a tiny suburb of Saint Charles, Missouri. You might know it’s larger next door neighbor, Saint Louis, much better. That tends to work for me when I tell people where I’m from. I just say Saint Louis […]
This is a simple story about the American Dream. Pictured here are my in-laws, John Arrington and Doris Kirkpatrick, on their honeymoon in 1953. It was the second marriage and a time of new beginnings for both of them, so they decided that they wanted “nothing fancy,” and eloped to Tijuana, Mexico. Then, then traveled […]
One of my most precious family treasures. My Grandmother’s autograph book. This page is inscribed by my Grandfather, who was then only an admirer. Dated 1922, it says “may your memory of me be like the sun dial, always recording the sunny hours and times. Ps. When you feel naughty, think of me.” I kind […]
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