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Something caught my eye in a flea market in Germany last week. This little family, gazing at me from a box filled with dusty family photos. There were thousands like this.

How many of our most important family memories are collecting dust, hidden away in shoeboxes (or Dropbox)? Once the folks in them are gone, the images are anonymous. Mysteries.

How are you discovering them, sharing them and preserving them? ~ shared by @rachellacour

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This is a photo of my daughter, Violet, when she was about 18 months old, playing piano with my Grandma Bacon.
I love it because it’s generational and it reminds me of the strong connection between the amazing women in my family. ~ shared by @ejcorson

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This image is of my brother, mother and me. My parents divorced before I was born, so while I saw my father often, it was my brother and mother I spent most of my time with. My mother was amazing at taking photos and making beautiful albums when we were young (a lost art, it seems), and I love flipping through the years of memories with her.
Our expressions (mine in particular) are what I love about this image; we all look in between moments, and that makes it feel less posed and fake to me. You could almost come up with a story about what happened the very next moment (me running and my mother scrambling to catch me, while my brother waited staring at the photographer). I’m actually holding a plastic toy camera in the photo and years later became a professional photographer. Who knew? ~ shared by @kendrickbrinson

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This is a photograph my older sister found. It is of me, my sisters, and a cousin who was like a sister. It is Halloween, and we are trick or treating.
This image first struck me when I saw it because I didn’t know it existed. It was a time in our lives when our grandparents and several cousins lived within two or three blocks of each other. We were each others’ greatest friends. We lived in our yards, and came and went from each others’ homes as if they were our own.
Now we are adults, and live much farther away and see each other only a few times a year at best. Sometimes less than that.
I miss those days of innocence. When the world was a small place filled with love and innocence. This photo reminds me of what’s important, of what used to be, but perhaps more importantly, it also reminds me of what could be. ~ shared by @wiljax

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