Old Photos are artifacts of our experiences and existence, memories made visible
Photos are artifacts of our experiences and existence, memories made visible.
This is my beautiful grandmother holding my uncle, photographed by my grandfather in the late 1940s on Kodachrome with his trusty Leica camera.
My grandparents are both 90 years old now, and are high school sweethearts. They were born, raised, and still reside in Cincinnati, Ohio. My grandfather was in the Navy and then worked as a banker, but always loved taking pictures. He has been a camera enthusiast his entire life but never pursued it professionally.
Even now in his old age, he’s using a digital camera which he uses to compile what he calls “The Weekly Blather,” a newsletter of sorts, containing his photos, newspaper clippings and a two-page typed letter about the comings and goings in the family.
He sends it to about 30 people (friends and family) — it’s something he’s done for almost 35 years now. In addition to “The Weekly Blather,” now we are also getting morning emails with a small tidbit about what him and “Barbie” (his nickname for my grandmother, Barbara) are doing along with any photos he has deemed interesting.
He is an incredible man, father and grandfather. I will be devastated when he passes. ~shared by @robchronphotography
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