My favorite portrait of my grandmother taken sometime in the 1960s by my granddad. Jane Turner, 1919-2015. She was a schoolteacher and a dance instructor. She was known to walk on her hands around the house. She celebrated her 90th birthday by choreographing and performing a tap dance routine in her assisted living center’s talent […]
This is my great grandmother Amanda Louise Creach Hunter in the 1910s. She was 14 when this portrait was taken. Louise understood pain and loss. I can see it in her eyes. She was born in 1903 to a prominent family outside of Nashville, Tennessee. Her mother was diagnosed with TB. She called seven-year-old Louise […]
“There is only love — and stories. All else is but a shadow dream.” -Vera Nazarian Meet my maternal grandparents John Emmet Mullaney (Pop-Pop) and Mary Theresa Faulds. Here they are on top of Rockefeller Center in the 1940s, enjoying their honeymoon in New York City. Pop-Pop John was stationed on the USS New York […]
Picture taking was probably a big deal in the 1940s, but my Dad got distracted by his shiny (new?) train set on Christmas morning. His baby sister (my aunt) was a cooperative subject. Christmas at my grandparents’ house always felt magical. My grandmother was a great cook and their house felt festive and warm. This […]
Under the mistletoe. Question: did he get his kiss? Herbert Larsh and Georgie Anderson (my great grandmother) during their college days in Bakersfield, California, circa 1902. ~shared by @sarahksawyer View on Instagram →
Old photos are like glue that holds our family stories together over time. The team at AARP @aarpphoto invited @savefamilyphotos to take over their Instagram feed this week to share vintage Kodachrome portraits of my grandmother Sarah Lincoln LaCour. My grandmother is many things. Mostly, she is a force of nature. (And she doesn’t let […]
“Nostalgia made me feel that my life had roots and continuity.” -Constantine Sedikides My great, great aunt Clara (Pleasants) Jackson on June 13, 1920 in Hot Springs, Arkansas. She was the first in our family to leave Hot Springs and move to Chicago. One of her beautiful quilts is currently in a museum in Chicago. […]
My cousin just sent me this photograph of my grandma Nina. It is one I had never seen until now. This is beauty and grace. Unashamedly standing tall, not hiding, relaxed and at home. It sings to me. It makes me want to be fully present in photographs. I want my daughters, once they are […]
This is my dad Chuck with my grandfather Elwyn. I believe this photo to be from roughly 1954 or so, as my dad is about 2 years old here. What’s so special about it to me is that it’s one of the few photos we have in our collection of my dad and my grandfather […]
My grandmother, Helen May Rickard, grew up in Boston, MA and Detroit, MI during the Great Depression. Estranged from her father, she lived with her mother, the two of them working menial jobs and attempting to escape from the monotony and disappointments of everyday life by going to the movies and reading novels. A gifted […]
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