Mom and Dad’s wedding. 1958. My parents met on a blind date and were both terribly shy individuals. I don’t think they ever dated anybody else. Shortly after they met, my Dad ended up quite seriously ill and was in hospital for quite some time. So they mostly communicated by letter. It was only through […]
My great-grandpa and grandpa in the streets of San Francisco circa December, 1940. According to my grandpa, this photo was taken on Market Street in front of the Orpheum theater. There were about five big “shows” on Market Street: the Esquire, the Golden Gate, the Paramount, the Fox, etc. It was known as “theater row” […]
Old photos show us what we’re made of. Our Grandpa Paul was a WWII veteran, a pilot, a trucker, an avid hunter, a father of eight, and a photographer. We inherited many of his photos and albums. Verna and Paul. Franklin, Minn. 1970. This was his owner-operator trucking company, Scharfencamp Trucking. He hauled a bit […]
My Grandmother on her wedding day. September 1949. So classy; she looks like a movie star. I miss you! ~shared by @jasonlevy88 View on Instagram →
Old family photos are like little clues about ourselves. Bit by bit, they reveal pieces of us. This is my Great Auntie Ruby and Great Auntie Tuppence at the beach — probably Surfer’s Paradise, in Queensland Australia — in 1910 with their bulldog puppies. We found this picture at my mother’s and were surprised to […]
My grandmother rowing a boat on Lake Wisconsin. Our family had a beautiful cottage on the Lodi side of the lake. My grandparents and great-grandparents owned a drugstore, so they took every chance they had to go to the lake for the weekend. My grandparents were Eagle Scout Leader and Den Mother for over 20 […]
My Grandma, fishing at the river in northern Michigan, circa 1960. She died when I was young, but I think we would have liked each other. A lot. I’m hoping I can carry on her legacy. ~shared by @trailphotog View on Instagram →
Let freedom ring! 1952, Small town America. Celebrating the Fourth of July with a mini-parade in Powell, Wyoming. My mom is marching and waving the flag, my uncle is playing the harmonica, and a neighbor friend is leading the procession, twirling her baton. ~shared by @debgarr9903 Happy Independence Day, y’all! View on Instagram →
High school sweethearts together forever. My grandparents lived a full, happy life together. They passed 10 days apart last year. They took really great care of their photos and for that I am thankful. As I prepare to go photograph a wedding, I feel like I wish I could thank the photographer who took this […]
My grandfather Eugene in June of 1961. I never got to meet him. He looks so proud of himself here and it warms my heart. I’ve wondered about him often; what he was like, and how my life would be different having had him as a part of it? I do know he was a […]
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