This image haunts me. I wish I knew more about the story behind it. Here’s what I do know…this is a photograph of my paternal grandfather, Enoch Lewis, with five of his six children, including my father, John Lewis, who is the third child from the left. The pictured was was taken in 1943, right […]
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 […]
Oh hey, it’s Friday! This is my dad, circa 1966, being silly. For their honeymoon, my Mom and Dad toured Salt Lake City, including a visit to Hogle Zoo, where this photo was taken. Cute, huh? There’s also a photo of my mom doing the same thing. The lion is a drinking fountain. When they […]
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 […]
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 […]
These two beautiful young people are my beloved grandparents, Danusia and Tadeusz Bulkiewicz. They both had painful experiences as children, suffering things that no child should ever suffer. My grandmom spend the years of World War II in an orphanage and never wanted to talk about this trauma. My granddad was old enough to be […]
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