Here’s my grandfather Ryszard and his friend. It was around 1950. My Grandpa was a true “bad boy.” He had only 7 fingers; he lost 3 when he was a child playing with his friends in the forest. They found a bomb and started to dismantle it. And then…Boom! He was the only one who […]
“All we get from life is whatever we love enough to save.” -Kathryn Schulz My mother and brother. This photo was taken in the late 1950s and is from a series my father made of my mother giving my two older brothers a bath and dressing them. This shot is with my oldest brother, David. […]
“Stare. It is the way to educate your eye, and more. Die knowing something. You are not here long.” -Walker Evans My mother with her family, probably around 1950 in Tuscany, Italy. My mum, Paola, is the little girl in the middle. She’s standing with her brother Giancarlo, her sister Fernanda, her mummy Augusta and […]
My Mom’s Dad, looking pretty badass. He was Polish, so he was fighting for not only the US, but also against the genocide of his own people. My grandfather’s name was John J. Parsick. He was born in Pennsylvania in 1923 to Polish immigrants. He served in the European theater and was headed for Japan, […]
My grandfather, Harvey L. Strelzin, was born in Brooklyn in 1906, the son of Russian Jews who fled turmoil in the Ukraine. He grew up in a tenement on Grand Street in Williamsburg. Overcoming polio, he found work in a restaurant while seeking education. He graduated from City College, and attended Brooklyn Law School. In […]
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 […]
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