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“Photos help us remember who we were, which helps us know who we are now.” -Susan Meiselas

My Gigi, an immigrant from Poland, raised her son as a single mother during the Great Depression. She had such strength and dedication.
This photo shows a special moment between her and my Grandpa in the mid-1930s in Chicago. She was intently reading to him.

You can see how much she truly loved her only child. You can see the care she put into raising him, despite many obstacles.

My Mom always made sure to keep plenty of books around the house for me and my siblings. She also read to us daily.

This photo reveals who influenced my Mom and also symbolizes why reading together with children is so important. It made my Grandpa grow up to be a storyteller.
I grew up to be one too. ~shared by @snorkytheduck

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All you need is love.

Me and Ma.

This must have been a weekend morning in the 1960s.

My mother worked days and my Dad worked nights. We were a struggling family.

We didn’t have much – no car, no television.

But we had each other’s company. ~shared by @donnabella2

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“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving…It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” – Aaron Siskind

I love this picture of my Dad as a kid. It was taken in the mid-1960’s.

He passed away nearly a year ago and I’m always remembering him, but not just through one memory.
It’s through lots of little things.

Whenever I told him what I was up to, he would simply say, “Carry on as if you were normal.” I really miss hearing him say that.

He was the most thoughtful and silly person I ever knew and I was unbelievably lucky to have him in my life as long as I did.

Plus, he was one stylish kid. I want that hat. ~shared by @goldenpromises

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“And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.” -Late Fragment, Raymond Carver

We found this beautiful but well-worn photo of grandmother Irene tucked inside my grandfather’s wallet after he died.

He clearly cherished this photo of his wife of 61 years.

Raymond and Irene were childhood neighbors and grew up best friends. They had 5 children, 15 grandchildren, and 3 great grandchildren.

A true love story. ~ shared by @medezboz

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This is one of the coolest and most priceless pictures I’ve ever held in my hands.

This is the farm house in Missouri where I grew up. The house was built in 1895 and members of our family have lived in it ever since. The woman in the photo was one of my ancestors, named Emma, and the man next to her is also a relative, named “The Bull.” In fact, our family lived in it until a tragic fire a few weeks ago. The fire started in the back of the house and went straight up to the second floor, where most of our family antiques were.

We were very fortunate and were able to recover quite a lot, including hundreds of historic family photos we found under the rubble of our home.

This photo was dated pre-1930, since the second half of our house didn’t even exist until then.
I am so glad these photos made it through the fire. ~ shared by @kelseyjo_001

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I have exactly two memories of my grandfather.

The first, and the one I keep with me most, is of him taking me fishing when I was god-only-knows how young. I remember walking down a rickety wooden pier to a small waiting boat. Fishing poles clanked against the metal sides as my grandfather stepped in, sat down and reached for my hand.

The second memory creeps into my head every time I hear the word cancer. I remember walking into an enormous sanctuary holding my mother’s hand. Colored light poured in through stained glass windows. Large wooden pews stretched to either side of me, with rows of thick red cushions. I remember a nurse wheeling a pale, slender man in slowly. It was as if he was already gone. I was too young to really know what was going on, but I could see he was sick.

My grandfather, Kermit Roosevelt Crawford, was born November 23rd 1922. He left this earth on April 30,1985 after a fierce battle with cancer.

He lied about his age so he could join the Army Air Corps in 1939 at only 17. He served his country for 33 years, 3 months and 3 days.

I came across an old photo album, filled with pictures from his time in India and Asia during World War II. Looking through these images is indescribable. Seeing a part of his life that I would have never known about is amazing.

I would give anything to sit with him now and talk. I would give up every piece of my camera gear I own, and never make a single picture again, just to be able to make a portrait of him.
But through his pictures, I can imagine what it would have been like. The images are a living history, not only for one man, but for our nation as a whole.
That’s my grandfather, on the lower left, staring strongly back at me. ~shared by @ernrocks

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If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. You are the continuation of each of these people.” -Thich Nhat Hanh

My great-great grandaddy gazes at me proudly, as a confident eleven year-old sitting between his older sisters.

On the left is Emerald “Emma” Pleasants; in the middle is Robert “Gramps” Pleasants; on the right is Clara Pleasants.

My Mom believes this family photo was taken in the early 1900s in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

The mountain city is set among natural springs. Following federal protection in 1832, it developed into a successful spa town with speakeasies and gambling halls that attracted gangsters like Al Capone.

During the early 20th century, Hot Springs was known for baseball training camps. Many Major League clubs brought their teams to Hot Springs. Babe Ruth could be seen walking the streets. The history of African-American baseball in Hot Springs also goes back over 120 years, when local hotels sponsored teams made up of their African-American employees. ~shared by @tvsdevonwade
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“What the next generation will value most is not what we owned, but the evidence of who we were and the tales of how we lived. In the end, it’s the family stories that are worth the storage.” -Ellen Goodman

This is a photo of my grandfather, grandmother, aunt, great-grandmother, father, and uncle (left to right) at the 1964 World’s Fair in New York.

The theme was “Peace Through Understanding,” dedicated to “Man’s Achievement on a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe.” The fair showcased mid-20th-century American culture and technology. It was a touchstone for New York Baby Boomers, who visited the optimistic fair as children before the turbulent years of the Vietnam War.

My grandfather, “Popsie,” was Vice President of Personnel for New York Telephone at the time and headed up their display.
Popsie celebrated his 100th birthday on January 29, 2014 and we found this family photo during preparations for his celebration!

Popsie grew up in Brooklyn and lived in many places surrounding the city. ~shared by @christienoel01
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My grandmother (on the right with a white hat) Beatrice “Bea” Hampton, traveling somewhere in Europe during the early 1960s.

She was an avid golfer and absolutely loved to travel.

Her favorite country was Portugal and she toured Europe as often as she could, taking full advantage of my grandfather’s business abroad.

She had great style and some people said she looked like Bette Davis, especially when she was young.

No matter if she was shopping in London or riding a camel in the Middle East, she brought her own unique flare – from white-rimmed Ray Bans to turquoise pedal pushers. And from the original MadMen era, an original Pan Am bag!

Years later, I would raid her closets for school plays because she kept everything, organized and neatly-labeled as if she knew someday, someone would find her cache – which I did and will treasure always.

She was a class act. ~shared by @deemostofi

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