This is my grandmother Betty Claire, now ninety years old. She’s sitting at the pool at the Garden Apartments in Peekskill, New York around 1959. She used to frequent this pool with her three kids before they moved into a house in White Plains. That’s my aunt Sherry in the in the red suit behind […]
“Always remember there was nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name.” – Avett Brothers My grandparents were a Romeo and Juliette of sorts. They first met while my grandpa was stationed in Texas and my grandma’s parents were working at the university. They secretly got married and then she went […]
D is for daft. This is my Nan and Grandad, my Mom’s parents. My Grandad was always playing up, being Daft & causing mischief, as you can see from this picture. You can also see that my Nan is absolutely in stitches. I know from stories that this is how it always was, Grandad making […]
I’m proud to be related to the strong woman I see in this photograph. Grace Bateman, my great grandmother was known for her poise, elegance and skills as a needlewoman. More importantly, however, Grace was chair of the townswomen’s guild which in the wake of the Suffragette movement promoted equal opportunity and rights for women […]
I love going to antique markets and sifting through old photographs. Yet it’s even more magical when you sift through your family’s photos. The best kind of history is your own. My grandmother (shown in this photo) recently passed, and I flew to Manila to say goodbye and be with family. Going through her closet, […]
My Grandma with her Cub Scout troop which included my uncle and George Martin, author of Game of Thrones. He’s the boy in the center holding his chin. This was taken on boat lapping Manhattan, where he was obviously getting inspiration and ideas for King’s Landing! ~shared by @clam_digger View on Instagram →
My grandmother (age 18) and great uncle (age 4) in summer of 1954. They were enjoying the water at their favorite swimming hole in the “little black river” within the countryside of Ripley County Missouri. Today a bridge passes over this part of the river. I love looking through my family photo albums. I am […]
Here’s to the hardest dude I never met. This is my Great Grandfather Floyd Sledd. He was a boxer and a bootlegger. His nickname was “Hammer Head” if that gives any indication of his personality. I keep his picture pinned up on my board at work. When I look at him, it reminds me that […]
My great uncles Frank Olvera & Cruz “Cachi” Martinez, hanging out in the Los Angles area with an old Buick. I am lucky I found this photograph; it’s on it’s last leg with bad paper, but has a sweet inscription: “To Mother, Love Frank.” We lost uncle Cruz “Cachi” (on right) recently, and laid him […]
My grandma Olga was one of a kind. A loud and proud Italian woman who obviously caught the eye of everyone around her. She wasn’t afraid to tell you when you were wrong, and could charm absolutely anyone! She spoke many different languages and traveled often to Italy and France making new friends along the […]
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