Me with my sisters Heather and Jinx, circa 1950. That building in the background was known as Oak Hill and was home to a whole slew of aunts and uncles, most of whom were living out their retirement years. Oak Hill as it was called was the main house on an old fashioned working farm. […]
This is my favorite picture of my grandfather, Sammy. Though I was never close to him, when I see photographs of him, I feel as though I’m looking directly at my own father. Their similarities are striking, not only their appearance but their military history and their love for technology. My father believes this photograph […]
This is one of my all-time favorite family photos. My grandparents on my father’s side both died when I was very young. My grandma was diagnosed with ALS years before I was born (she was only 58), and by the time I could remember her, she couldn’t move much or talk at all. Her eyes […]
Mom & Dad, Christmas, 1969. I’m unsure what I like best about this photo…from the actual popcorn mom popped and threaded with a needle, by hand, to string around the tree, or the real candy canes hung on the branches, or the homemade gingerbread cookies that she baked then tied onto the tree branches. The […]
Collaborating with loved ones makes family history research more meaningful. When my family first started working on our family tree, we were using different website services and only occasionally emailing or calling each other with updates. A few times a year, we would meet up, pass around folders of printed information and review homemade family trees. That process would […]
These are my grandparents with their adorable twins – my aunt and my father. This family portrait was taken in Cuba during the Batista years, circa 1947. My aunt and my father where seven years old when this photo was taken. Five years later, they left Cuba to resettle in Miami, so they would be […]
This is a photo of my aunt, my grandmother and my mother taken around 1942 or so in Huntsville, Alabama. My aunt, the young girl on the left, kept this photo with her every minute when she was sent to live with her aunt and uncle in Falmouth, Kentucky one summer after a bout with […]
I grew up in the cultural hodge-podge known as the mid 80s and early 90s. I feel caught in Gen-Y while the millennial side of me is saying it’s ok to drink the Kool-Aid (which I drank a lot of growing up). It was the golden age of Nickelodeon and MTV. I played outside…a lot. […]
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 […]
A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you. -Brigitte Bardot This is my great-great Aunt Lenore. She was one of those ladies that all children loved, and who loved all children. Going to her little apartment in Davenport, Iowa was delightful. It was even […]
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