My mom and her sister are inseparable. I’ve learned so much and leaned on them both throughout my life. Aunt Sharon is like a second mom to me, and she’s amazing. I love spending time with them both and watching them still be each other’s best friends. This is probably one of my favorite photos […]
This is my grandfather Harry (we called him Ha) and his brother Frank in the 1920s. Ha grew up to become an engineer who designed some of the first modern elevators and passenger planes. On weekends, he was a big band trumpet player touring the northeast. He met my grandmother, Louise (we called her Lulu) […]
My amazing mother with her amazing mother, late 1950’s Japan. My grandmother was the first woman in her town to wear pants, ride a bicycle and alongside my grandfather, she raised dozens of children who were orphaned or abandoned after World War II (my mother is the youngest of her four biological children). What they […]
My grandmother, Agnes Fay, and her twin sister, Gussie May – known as Fay and May. They were born 100 years ago on April 21, 1915 in Coleman, Texas. From what I know and remember about them, they were more than twin sisters. They were best friends. They shared the sweetest bond, dressing alike from […]
Meet my late mother, Alethia. She was born in 1939 to a single mother who was blind and could not keep her. Her mother, Elizabeth, gave her away to her aunt, Charity. This photo was taken circa 1956 at the height of segregation in the U.S. The sweater she was wearing is turned on the […]
My mother, a grand lady in so many subtle ways. Mary Locke Davis Swayngim, 5-13-30 to 5-4-2014. She was our matriarch and here she is before she married the love of her life, a lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force, Don. They met in Albuquerque, NM. She was a graduating co-ed from UNM, he was […]
“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.” – Karl Lagerfeld These three crazy kids are my grandma, Ingrid, with my dad and aunt at the beach in the mid-1950’s. My grandpa is the family photographer and recently gave my cousin a bunch of terrific photos […]
This is a man who I remember as a child sitting in his living room rocking chair. He didn’t say much of anything. He was meek and quiet, he led by example, never raised his voice and was kind. I remember as a little girl adoring the swing he put into the tree for me; […]
This is my great-grandmother Borghild, “Bobbie,” when she was about 16. She’s laughing it up and being goofy on an unknown gentleman’s shoulders at one of Chicago’s beaches in the 1910’s. Nana would sneak me and my brother into her room when we’d come over to my grandma’s for dinner (Nana lived with my grandparents […]
“All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget.” -John Berger The good old summertime! My Mom (center) her best friend, Shirley (left) and another friend posing for a beach picture early 1940s. I have found how priceless these photos are as I have aged. ~shared by @dianelavery View on Instagram →
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