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 […]
My grandmother Andree Gilles and my grandfather Georges Tonnellier holding my mother, Jacqueline Fougeron, in 1930. She was their first child. My grandfather was a filmmaker and a photographer. It is quite possible that he had put the camera on a tripod and used a self-timer device as this photo was found in his album. […]
My grandpa was really into photography. He took thousands of photos over the years. He took them while serving in the Army in Italy and Germany in the early 1950s, he took them of his beloved Boxer and Great Dane, and he took them of his family. I scanned hundreds of slides for my grandparent’s […]
You can kiss your family goodbye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you. —Frederick Buechner My grandmother’s little brother in 1948 in Oklahoma. This was […]
Summertime is for family road trips, for adventurers young and old, for making memories with the ones we love most. 1952. My mom and uncle (and the Pontiac) on a family road trip somewhere out West. Does anyone recognize this place? ~shared by @debgarr9903 View on Instagram →
My absolute favorite photo of my great-grandfather, Michael Miranda in 1936 in California. He was just 27 years old. He was standing outside of the small market that he and his siblings ran in Monrovia, CA. It was called “Miranda’s Market.” They operated the market together for seven years. Although he passed away at the […]
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