If you’re anything like me, you can’t resist those boxes of old photos in thrift shops. They draw you in, like a moth to a flame. And before you know it, half an hour has passed and you’ve got a stack of pictures in your hand. And you don’t know a single person in them. […]
Throwing it back to childhood in the Bronx, rockin’ the metal skates and saddle shoes! I was around six years old in this photo. I’d like to say I learned to skate well, but metal on cement worked at cross purposes to my effort. Just out of the photo, three houses up, is the Hadley […]
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 […]
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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We become who we are after understanding who they were.
This is my grandmother Velma Steward Sanders (center) with her siblings Emma and RT in Navarro County, Texas in 1922.
My sweet grandmother and her sister have lived in the same community in Texas their entire lives! They lived within a mile radius of their siblings.
Their father, Jim, donated the land for the colored school and part of the cemetery in Goodlow, Texas.
Uncle RT went to WWII and served overseas. He’s the baby in the picture, but he’s now 93!
My grandmother will be 97 in June. This picture is a great glimpse into their beginnings. ~shared by @aaronlmyers
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As they say, style is something you’re born with!
My sister, my cousins and me on vacation in the early 1980s in Koblevo, a Ukranian resort on the Black Sea, not too far from Odessa. My family loved going on vacation there.
My aunt Irina gave this photo a nickname many years ago: “Julia the Foreigner,” referring to the aviator glasses I was wearing. Aviators were a novelty back then, long before I left Ukraine.
Those fab, fashion-forward sunglasses belonged to my father. I was just sporting them for this family photo. ~shared by @juliarozentalphotography
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My grandfather was a captain in the Polish army, right before the Nazis invaded.
He spent five years in a concentration camp until liberation by the US Army.
He met my grandma at a liberated camp in Germany. They married, took a free ride on a US Navy vessel to Boston, then a train to Chicago with a few dollars in their pocket to start a new life.
Whenever I’m about to complain, I think of their story and what they went through. And I shut up quick. ~shared by @35_gauge
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This is the earliest surviving photo of my Dad as a young man.
The photo was taken in a studio in Muktsar, Punjab when he was 16 or 17. It was 1956 or thereabouts.
I often wonder what this young man who had never been out of Punjab, let alone India, would have thought if someone told him what his future had in store? A life in London, and an English wife and children to boot!
Yet this young man left India and went on to become a lecturer in law, a leading Marxist theoretician, and the founding Chairman of the Communist Party of Great Britain (Marxist-Leninist). His early years witnessing the bloody end to the British occupation of India had a deep impact on his understanding of imperialism’s divide-and-rule policy. ~shared by @joeteebee
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My husband’s christening day, 1966 with his parents and both sets of grandparents.
I love the frocks, fabrics, hats and glasses! My mother says that everyone wore hats. My mother-in-law had some beauties.
My sister and I remember how our Mum used to put her step-ins and stockings on whenever we went to town.
Everyone dressed beautifully back then. But it was summer in Sydney, Australia, so those hats, stockings and suits must have been stiflingly hot! ~shared by @janemadge
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These are my 91-year-old Grandmother’s five older brothers with their mother around 1920. They are all gone now.
Over the years, My Grandmother has told me many stories about her brothers and their kindnesses to her as their baby sister, their adventures and misadventures. It is wonderful to hear how important they all were to her and to learn lessons from their lives.
I find it amazing to be able to gaze at a photograph and see their faces as little boys, imagining all I know about their futures.
Their father was a sea captain and was away from home most of the time. Five boys in a row was a handful. One of the often-repeated stories about them involves my Great-Grandmother employing a cast iron frying pan to break up fights in the kitchen.
I have just two of my own sons, and thanks to the many tales told by my Grandmother, I often imagine how it would be with a gaggle like this one! ~shared by @rebleckamac
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