This photo is from the summer of 1948, in Old Lyme, Connecticut. My father was about two years old here, sporting a grin I still see today. He says his earliest memory was from this summer, on the 4th of July. He remembers sparklers. What drew me to this picture (and to family photos in […]
A very old photograph of my grandmother. I see my mom in this image so much that it almost punches me in the gut every time I look at it. And it reminds me of how important it is to print your photos for future generations. ~shared by @sarabrownphotos View on Instagram →
My sister and me at the dining table of our ancestral home in Mumbai, India. This home is no more after being demolished to build a high-rise in its place. I am so grateful for old photos that help keep my memories alive. My dad took it upon himself to photograph our entire home and […]
This is Ruth Shepard and Alvin Holmes in the summer of 1937 before they became Mr. and Mrs. Holmes and long before they became my Little Grandma and Grandpa. My Grandma Ruth built this cabin on Big Sandy Lake in Minnesota with the help of friends while she was single and in her early 20s. […]
My mom’s beautiful smile is the only thing that could distract from the aching nostalgia of seeing the World Trade Center in this 1972ish photo of the two of us from New York’s Liberty Island. I was born in New Jersey and after a few years was raised in my mom Kathy’s hometown of Rochester, […]
As a young boy, I would often stay at my grandparents house over the weekend. The spare bedroom I slept in had a varnished, wooden box on top of the wardrobe that opened out into a writing desk. Inside it were an assortment of black and white family photographs of my parents, grandparents and other […]
Mama bear and me, 1981. My mom was 36 when this picture was taken, which is my age now. I am her baby and the youngest of four. Shortly after this photo was taken, my mom made the difficult decision to leave my father (deservedly so) and raise us on her own. She took multiple […]
The man holding the camera is my dad, Max, around 1969-70. He was a journalist, musician, artist, photographer, businessman, local alderman, and community activist. Most important, he was a husband and a father. He loved to travel and the souvenirs he collected were friendships with diverse people. Today we say farewell to him and honor […]
Meet my parents Moulay Said and Elkamla, pictured here with my aunt in the early 1960s. This portrait was taken in Morocco, a few years after my parents’ wedding. It represented the start of a new life together. They were leaving the beautiful city of Fes for a new season of life in Casablanca. Although […]
Mama’s birthday is today. She would’ve been turning 86. Here we are, thick as thieves in December of 1961, with my beloved Gund Cubbi bear, that I still have of course. I was 2 and she was 32. Lots of our photos are of me standing on something, mostly cars it seems. They waited later […]
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