You can kiss your family goodbye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you. —Frederick Buechner My grandmother’s little brother in 1948 in Oklahoma. This was […]
Summertime is for family road trips, for adventurers young and old, for making memories with the ones we love most. 1952. My mom and uncle (and the Pontiac) on a family road trip somewhere out West. Does anyone recognize this place? ~shared by @debgarr9903 View on Instagram →
My absolute favorite photo of my great-grandfather, Michael Miranda in 1936 in California. He was just 27 years old. He was standing outside of the small market that he and his siblings ran in Monrovia, CA. It was called “Miranda’s Market.” They operated the market together for seven years. Although he passed away at the […]
This is my Great-Grandmother, Rita Alessandri, in the early 1900s in Italy. She was born into a noble Tuscan family. Even though I never met her, I’ve inherited a vivid image of her, through dozens of old photos. Although she appeared conventional, she had a secret passion for spiritic sessions. My Granddad was sent to […]
My grandmother, uncle and father pose for a portrait, circa 1925, in Butte, Montana. Photo studios were very popular, since most families didn’t own cameras. My grandmother had this photo taken in a studio in Butte. All of these snaps were kept in a scrap book by my grandmother, who was an immigrant from Montenegro. […]
My father, Karl Staddon, and his sister Caroline in the mid 1960s. Dad would often tell me and my sister stories about his childhood. Our favorite stories involved the pet raccoons he had. Growing up on a farm in Ontario, he often came across abandoned raccoon litters; their mothers were likely killed by farmers or […]
I am lucky to have hundreds of family photos, dating back to the turn of the century. I even have some of the cameras that took the photos, including my great-grandparents’ Kodak Brownie Box camera. Out of all of those photos, this is one of my favorites. Here’s my grandfather, Richard Machin, who was born […]
Old photos make memories real, even if we weren’t able to experience them personally. Meet my family, Latu (left) and Kolo (right). This photo was taken in the Island Kingdom of Tonga, in the village of Mau’fanga, during the early 1950s. In Latu and Kolo’s arms are two of their children. The oldest child, sitting […]
My grandmother Sylvia Hubbard was born on November 20, 1919 in Ohio. She married after graduating from high school and became the proud mother of my mom and uncle. Her husband passed away early in life and she persevered to successfully solo-parent and raise two wonderful human beings. Professionally, she spent more than twenty years […]
This photo of me and my sister Masha was taken by my father, Eugene Kolomatsky, on Pidgeon Meadow Road, in Flushing, Queens, back during the Madmen years. It was our childhood kitchen, in the house where I lived for over 20 years. It was tiny. These are probably the home’s original cabinets; they seem so […]
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