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She is my strength, my mother. After losing her father when she was just 12 years old, she saw her life take a 180 degree turn, right in front of her eyes. From a big city (Delhi), she was taken to a very small town in India after my grandfather passed away. From a convent […]

My Mom Gloria holding one of her cousins in their East Austin, Texas neighborhood, sometime around 1960. My mother was one of the older siblings and therefore a primary caretaker in her family, even as a young girl. I learned recently that she used to hand-sew matching outfits for her little sisters and brothers. When […]

Time doesn’t slow down, but we can slow down enough to remember our roots. We just returned from Kansas, where we celebrated the life that my Gramma lived. While there, we learned that she died on the same day as her beloved “Grampt” — my Great Great Grandfather whom she adored. Here is a photo […]

My Dad with his big sister and little brother in a garden in the village in Sweden where they grew up in the 1920s. This photograph hung in my Grandmother’s living room during my childhood. My Grandfather was one of the first in the village to buy a camera. We still have Grandpa’s camera, a […]

“Photographs open doors into the past, but they also allow a look into the future.” –Sally Mann With two older sisters and one younger brother, I grew up in a hell household where women had no value. This is a photograph of my sister Debra taken in Cuyama, Ca. She was with friends in the […]

Today’s the day! Gather your magical old family photos and share them with the hashtag and you might win an archival print on metal. (Details below.) This is a photo of Mona, my grandma, taken somewhere around 1952 when she was 19 or 20 years old. As it turns out, she hated this photo and […]

I found this photo in my grandma’a old cedar chest. It shows my young grandparents, August and Faye, out to dinner at Meadowbrook in Culver City, California in June of 1946, only a few weeks after eloping to Vegas to get married. They had met at a USO dance during the war and wrote love […]

Old family photos help heroes stay alive in hearts, minds and memories. My grandfather, His Honour John Rutter (2nd from right) arriving back at Cardiff Central Station in late 1945 after imprisonment in Japanese POW camps in the Far East. At the age of 19, my Grandfather’s university studies were interrupted by the outbreak of […]

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. […]