In my first conversation with Rachel, co-founder of Save Family Photos, she told me, “I truly believe photos are memory triggers; they help us remember to remember.” Though she’s probably said it a thousand times, it struck me deeply. I recently started a personal history business, in which I interview people about their lives and then […]
He reaches up and gently pulls a tuft of his hair to show me how easily it falls out. It’s grey now, his hair. It wasn’t last April, when we met at that little café for my 20th birthday. I sat across from him, secretly angry he was ruining the first day of my twenties […]
My old man grew up in a small Southern Oregon town named Central Point, a fairly conservative and rural place back in the late 1960s. It’s still mostly that way, however there’s a Sonic Drive-In right about where this picture was taken. The Robert Redford type character on the back holding the 22-ouncer is our […]
I was recently given an old box full of some of my grandpa’s photo equipment. In that box were two rolls of film. I scanned them and discovered some beautiful gems I had never seen before of my grandparent’s lives during the 1950s. It might be my favorite photo of my grandmother. ~shared by @kimsabbatino […]
I could look at this photo all day, every day. Taken in Jalisco, Mexico in the early 1950s, this photo shows my mom Maria (the girl in the dark dress) with her mother and sisters. They lived in a little pueblo called Villa Guerrero in the state of Jalisco in Mexico. My grandmother was called […]
My dad as a yound boy, young man, husband and dad. He was a family man. He used to say, “I am not rich in money, but in how much happiness you guys have brought me.” He was born in Romania in the country and after high school, he moved to Bucharest. That’s where he […]
Family history isn’t just your grandma’s hobby. Yep, that’s right, there’s a misconception that family historians are a bunch of retirees rifling through dusty papers. In reality, family history inspires people of all ages; it’s a diverse community. The unifying theme among family historians – whether they’re 27 or 77 – is storytelling. All family historians love […]
My favorite picture of my grandparents, taken sometime in the early 1950’s in Georgia. When they met, they were on dates with different people, but my grandpa knew he wanted my grandmother and wouldn’t leave her alone until she finally gave in and went on a date with him. They’ve been together ever since. ~shared […]
My grandparents Anna Colgan and Frank Murphy were married on Valentine’s Day, Feb. 14, 1917 in Stark County, Illinois. I once asked my mom why they weren’t holding hands on such a joyous day; such a public display of affection would have been a breech of decorum in that era, she said. Despite a reserved […]
This is one of many Pearson family outings in the Washington Cascades, circa 1930. My Great Grandfather, Erik Andreas Pearson (pictured upper left), came to the US in 1903 from Sweden and settled in the Pacific Northwest. There he became camp railroad foreman for the Wisconsin Lumber and Timber Co. He worked in the logging […]
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