Don’t apologize; everyone needs an escape. As work piles up and negative news stories assault our senses, all of us long for simpler times. We seek solace in nostalgia. That’s just one reason why #throwbackthursday #TBT is one of the most popular hashtags, consistently trending on social media feeds. And it’s no surprise – old photos seem to […]
“And, finally, this is what I need to say to you. There are things in your life that only you will see, stories that only you will hear. If you don’t tell them or write them down, if you don’t make the picture, these things will not be seen, these things will not be heard.” ~Emmet Gowin
This is probably my favorite photo of my father. The year was 1945.
His name is Jack. He was only 26 years old when this photo was taken, and had recently returned from serving in World War II. Here he is, as a young veteran, sitting in Central Park on a sunny day.
The photo was probably taken by his sister who was a year older and his only sibling. And that was probably her cat.
My father was born and raised in Brooklyn, and in two months, he will turn 95. ~shared by @zombieteeth
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In all of us there is a hunger, marrow-deep, to know our heritage, to know who we are and where we have come from. -Alex Haley
February, 1944 “I only wish I was there in person darling, let’s hope it won’t be long. I am always thinking of you. Your loved one, Alfred.” This is a photo and accompanying letter from my great grandfather, Alfred Texeira, to Rose Lopes, my great grandmother, written while Alfred was serving in WWII in England.
He returned to the US in 1945 after Germany surrendered and married his love, Rose. They then had A little girl, Lavernne, in 1947. Lavernne had Marlo in 1968, who had me in 1989. The rest is history. Our history. ~shared by @sammytexeira
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“Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” – John Ed Pearce
Sometimes an old family photo just transports us, throws us back to a time that was simple and sweet.
This was just me and my Dad, Stefan, in the park around 1953. I have always enjoyed viewing our old family photos when visiting my Mom and Grandma. We cherish each photo, because most were lost during World War II. ~shared by @lolomah
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When we love ferociously, we honor our family’s love stories.
In this one, a country girl falls in love with a city boy. /// This is My Mom and Dad, Thelma and Frank, circa 1952. They were newly engaged at this time and by the looks of it, at my Dad’s sister’s place outside of Youngstown, Ohio.
My Dad was the youngest of seven kids; the rest were girls. There’s my Aunt Betty sitting on the left, my Aunt Marge in the dress, and then my Aunt Esther.
I remember my Mother telling me how stressful it was for her to go meet my Dad’s family, as they lived “in the city,” while my Mother grew up on a small farm in Cardington, Ohio, just north of Columbus.
My parents met at an ice cream shop, introduced by friends, in Columbus, when they were in college – Dad at Ohio State and Mom at Otterbein.
In this photo, my Mother had just graduated from college and had, for the first time, cut her hair. Thus the pretty finger waves in this photo! Mom told me she felt very “cosmopolitan” when she cut her hair.
She was the first in her family to go to college and earn a degree. She was a Home Economics teacher for over 40 years until she retired. She passed away four years ago and my Dad and I found this photo last week when I was visiting him.
I love finding old family photos I’ve never seen before. I’m also digging my Dad’s white t-shirt and pegged jeans! ~ shared by @f8hasit
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This Thursday, we’re throwing it *way* back.
Back to New York City, to classic childhood in the 1940s. And to pure JOY.
The boy in this photo is my Poppy, Nicholas F. Nicastro, back in his heyday.
This photo was taken in the late 1940s when Poppy won the New York City soapbox derby championship!
After winning big in New York City, Poppy was sent to Ohio to compete at nationals. Although he didn’t place, his big spirit won my heart and the hearts of many others.
A “Soap Box Derby” is a soapbox car racing program for kids, which has been run in the United States since 1934. World Championship finals are held every summer at Derby Downs in Akron, Ohio. Cars competing are unpowered, relying completely on gravity to race.
My Poppy always treated everyone with kindness, and in return, was loved by so many. We lost him this past May but he still lives with us in spirit. ~shared by viv1010
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