I believed. Me and Santa. Macy’s, Herald Square, NYC. No velvet dress or crinoline for me. It was a wool, flannel, cotton Christmas. After all, Santa is from the North Pole! I loved that suspenders outfit…still do love suspenders! ~shared by @carolelizabethdietz (Carol shares a treasure trove of beautiful vintage photos on her feed, […]
“Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present and future. We make discoveries about ourselves.” -Gail Lumet Buckley My grandmother, as a child at her home in Philadelphia. She was sick and a family friend came over to make portraits. For someone who grew up in […]
I have never taken this picture of my dad, circa 1951, out of its frame with an oval mat until today. What I discovered was magical…It’s a beautiful contact print and you can see where he drew a picture and wrote his name “Tommy.” I love little surprises like this. I’ll keep on making photos […]
Me and Nan taking a tour of Byrd Airport. Nan was my grandmother. She was full of style, humor and joie de vivre. She smoked Marlboro reds and loved coffee ice cream. We often laughed until we cried. I’d give anything to have her back for an hour. We never ran out of things to […]
Moments become memories. Memories become stories. Stories become legacy. This is a photo of my paternal grandparents, Anne and Al, on their wedding day September 9, 1943 in Topeka Kansas. He was a Navigator in the U.S. Army Air Corps in WWII and called Annie to meet him in Kansas when he had a few […]
Cameras are time machines. In fact, one camera connected me to my father’s past and our rich family history. Until I discovered an artifact of my family history, I didn’t realize that one camera could connect two photographers, forty years apart. In 1968, my father was serving in the Navy in Hong Kong. While he […]
This is a picture of my mother, Beth Dillingham and my father, Harry Dillingham, with their friend, civil rights activist Medgar Evers. The photo was taken in 1955. Evers was assassinated 8 years later. Mr. Evers is the second from the right, sitting next to my Dad who sits next to my beautiful Mom. My […]
On Thanksgiving morning, just before sunrise, my beloved grandmother shed her earthly skin. I’m at total loss for words, just sitting in heartache and sobbing. Nothing can fully prepare us for the day. The hour. The moment when death comes for us. It’s an indescribable pain and completely powerless feeling to watch someone dear to […]
My grandparents circa 1948, laying in the grass at Montgomery Bell State Park. They were newlyweds, and their faces say it all. My grandfather’s best friend married my aunt Hazel (grandmas sister), and that’s how they met. My uncle Ed brought my grandfather down to meet my grandma and they took the girls on a […]
During the early 1950s, my grandfather was Clark Gable’s and Victor Mature’s translator for the filming of “Betrayed” in Sittard, a quaint town in southern Holland where my maternal family has roots since the early 1900s. At that time my grandfather, Bep, (the grandkids called him Opa) was one of the very few in Sittard […]
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