My parents took turns taking a picture with their four daughters on Lanikai beach Hawaii in 1968. I’m daughter ! . Those same two wonderful parents still reside in beautiful Hawaii, 50+ years later! . These snapshots evoke special feelings of warmth, security and love. I have fond memories of beautiful days that seemed endless […]
This is where my love of vintage truly began! My grandparents, Mummu and Vaari, inspired me in countless ways. They were full Finnish and they were the “it” couple. Vaari was born in 1915. Mummu was born in 1917. People used to say Mummu was as beautiful as Marilyn Monroe, a beautiful blonde bombshell. This adorable […]
Meet two of my favorite people – Helen and Ray Malesky, photographed around 1949. Helen was a nurse in the Schuylkill County region. Ray and his friends lived in Centralia, PA. A friend of Ray’s ended up being a patient of Helen’s for a few days and Ray seemed to always stop by to visit his […]
Missing my mom. This is mom in the summer of ’57 on the Staten Island ferry. It was her first time going back to visit her parents in NY after getting married and moving to Cleveland. I lost my mom in 2006. She always looked forward to her yearly visits back to NYC to see […]
My very first Christmas, 1954. Looks like everyone got rockers for their new babies. We were all baby girls and there were still two more yet to come! It was pretty awesome growing up in a family of all girls. My big sisters Chrissy and Patty were wearing their new Christmas dresses that my mother […]
1965. My mom (far left) was born and raised on the island of Raiatea (French Polynesia). She is pictured here with 4 of her 9 siblings and my grandparents in front of their home.
My grandparents got married without the support or consent of their families. They led a life of hard work on a farm, in very humble conditions.
Gosh, we really have it SO easy.
I’m grateful for the missionaries who not only changed their (and in turn mine) lives forever, but who were also able to document this.
With my grandmother and one of my aunties gone, these photos truly have become priceless. ~shared by @lobleebags
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Dear Grammy,
I just wanted to express to you how much you mean and how much you have influenced my life.
You have always been a cheerful giver, always selfless. No matter what, you always had something to give us grandkids. Whether it was a piece of candy or some amount of money (a dollar bill or a $25 check), it meant so much.
I always loved receiving your letters and cards in the mail, especially when I was away at college. Whenever I was homesick, I would read them and feel like you were with me. Whether it was your sweet words of encouragement, a Bible verse, or a silly poem about how much you loved me, your letters meant so much to me. I cherish those words and all the time we spent together.
Your prayers, your songs and your overflowing love lifted me up and helped me become the woman I am today. I am proud to be your granddaughter. I love you so much Grammy.
Your Granddaughter,
Brianna
I wrote this letter to my Grammy, Phyllis Moore, before she died. I was able to say my goodbyes and read it to her in person.
She died at peace, surrounded by her loving family, on Sunday February 23, 2014. She was born in East Boston on October 4, 1930. She was one of six children. Her parents divorced when they were young, and her mother raised them alone during the Great Depression. She taught them love, faith in God, great food, and music. ~shared by @briannacox
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There’s a world of wisdom in our personal stories. Your life is a legacy, a gift that only you can give. -Dolly Berthelot
Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the lovely lady who taught me how to both knit and crochet, drink coffee with class (and with the proper amount of cream), and barter with garage-sale hosts.
She fostered my love for Alan Jackson and encouraged me to be myself.
I owe many things, including my thrift-store prowess, knack for collecting, and unflinching love for family, to my Grandma Vivian.
This photo with her parents was taken on her 16th birthday. ~shared by @melislynn
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Photos are artifacts of our experiences and existence, memories made visible.
This is my beautiful grandmother holding my uncle, photographed by my grandfather in the late 1940s on Kodachrome with his trusty Leica camera.
My grandparents are both 90 years old now, and are high school sweethearts.
They were born, raised, and still reside in Cincinnati, Ohio. My grandfather was in the Navy and then worked as a banker, but always loved taking pictures. He has been a camera enthusiast his entire life but never pursued it professionally.
Even now in his old age, he’s using a digital camera which he uses to compile what he calls “The Weekly Blather,” a newsletter of sorts, containing his photos, newspaper clippings and a two-page typed letter about the comings and goings in the family.
He sends it to about 30 people (friends and family) — it’s something he’s done for almost 35 years now.
In addition to “The Weekly Blather,” now we are also getting morning emails with a small tidbit about what him and “Barbie” (his nickname for my grandmother, Barbara) are doing along with any photos he has deemed interesting.
He is an incredible man, father and grandfather. I will be devastated when he passes. ~shared by @robchronphotography
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To the wonder of old pictures, childhood memory, and family legacy.
That’s my Grandpa on the left and his brother, Dickie, on the right.
This photo was taken when they were little boys growing up in Toledo, Ohio.
When my grandfather was a little boy, he used to sit in front of the radio and listen to Bing Crosby and sing. So, he was given the nickname “Bing.” On the back of this photo, in faded ink, someone jotted this note: “Bing and Dick on our ‘ole Chevrolet.” ~shared by @allyinsac
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