This is a photo of my aunt, my grandmother and my mother taken around 1942 or so in Huntsville, Alabama. My aunt, the young girl on the left, kept this photo with her every minute when she was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in Falmouth, Kentucky one summer after a bout with […]
A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you. -Brigitte Bardot This is my great-great Aunt Lenore. She was one of those ladies that all children loved, and who loved all children. Going to her little apartment in Davenport, Iowa was delightful. It was even […]
The tell-tale signs are appearing – a yellow, brown or hazy fog is starting to emerge. These are the inevitable symptoms of aging magnetic photo albums. And many families have an abundance of albums like these, languishing on shelves around the world. Magnetic photo albums were a popular storage method for photos throughout the 1970s, 1980s […]
My Dad owned a delicatessen in the city and our family lived next door to the store in a two-family home. In the summer of 1957, we were getting ready to move out to the suburbs since my Mom was pregnant with my brother and we needed more space. This picture of my sister and me […]
Sitting on my Mom’s lap, circa 1940s. I love so much about this photo, from the wallpaper to the chair, to the curtains. Being the oldest of six children, I had special times with mom. I don’t remember how old I was in this photo, but I’m guessing my sister, Lark, may have been down […]
“When our hearts turn to our ancestors, something changes inside us. We feel part of something greater than ourselves.” -Russell M. Nelson Sometimes, the best way to make sense of the present is to look to the past. After all, our stories started before us and will be continued by the next generation. Today, we […]
It was only fifteen minutes into the cleaning frenzy when I came across her photo. It was a vintage, black- and-white portrait of a young starlet, her long, wavy hair pinned gently back and a demure smile resting on her face as she looked away from the camera. Across the front, her signature was scrawled: Patricia […]
I’ll never forget this day in late 60s. That’s the first fish I ever caught and removed from the hook, under the watchful eyes of my Uncle Chuck and my Dad. Naturally, my Dad is smoking a cigarette, although he quit shortly after this due to the arrival of my youngest sister. We were on […]
This is one of my favorite photos of my dad, Bill (lower left), his twin sister Kathy, his mother Betty, who sadly passed away in 1982, and his father William, who sadly passed away just a few weeks ago at the age of 91. They lived in Hawaii for a number of years in the […]
Meet my grandmother, Mary Pearson, who was often photographed by my grandfather and newlywed husband, Eric Holger Pearson. Here, Mary is pictured in 1932 at the base of Nisqually-Paradise Road, Mt. Rainier, Washington State’s highest volcano. I am lucky to have hundreds of photos from my grandfather’s collection, many of which capture my grandparents adventures […]
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