Ten years go by so fast. Your grandson is now nine and your granddaughter will be six at the end of the month. One of the biggest tragedies of my life has been the fact that you never had the opportunity to meet each other. This photo was taken with a Polaroid Pronto in 1977 […]
I’m about to embark on a huge, long journey and all I can think of is my grandparents. My grandpa had an amazing military career and was a great man, but today all I can think about is that everywhere he went, all over the world, he did handstands. I mean, he walked miles on […]
I am the adult child of divorced parents, and the fact that I come from a broken family is a pretty good metaphor for our family photo archives. My dad had some, my mom had some, I had some, and my sisters had some. They were in albums, boxes, envelopes, and there were even handfuls […]
I have a special fondness for my mother who had, and still has, a special fondness for her grandmother, Ona Minerva Harding. I have always been mesmerized by history and especially my own family’s. We are all, I believe, just a part of those people and stories. I can see the love of my ancestors […]
I never understood why when someone died they were referred to as being late, the late Mrs. X, or the late Mr. Y. It’s a peculiar thing to me to call someone who’s passed away as being ‘late’ when almost always they’re gone much too early. Death and the passing of a person is such […]
My grandpa and me when I was about two years old. This is how I always remember him–striped overalls, horn-rimmed glasses, and his rocking chair on the porch. My love for books began early, and I begged anyone who would to read to me. Grandpa was a slow, halting reader who often stumbled over the […]
A year ago, I knew very little about my ancestors. My grandparents passed when I was very young and there wasn’t much storytelling in our house growing up. I knew a little about genealogy and that some had been done in our family, but I never asked about it. I ask now. I ask a […]
These hands are 95 years old. This summer, I asked my grandmother to tell me about this picture of her at 22. As she touched the image as though she could feel the raised lace of her collar, she told me, “I bought this dress uptown in Alva, Oklahoma, with Aunt Laura, whose farm south […]
This image never fails to make me think about my mom, a true ‘Rosie the Riveter’ if there ever was one. She never needed to ask for anyone’s help. If something needed to be done, she just did it. My brother and I wanted to be Batman and Robin for Halloween. So, she made us […]
I’m continuing to scan old family photos. It is such a big job, but one I am really enjoying. The photo booth pictures tend to be some of my favorites! This is my grandma Hallie and her sister Margie. They used to speak pig latin in front of my mom so she would not know […]
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