“Hyde Park, Boston MA, 1915”
Oh, the white dresses, oh these women arranged on the front steps, and my great-aunt Hunna in her white stockings and the huge butterfly bow in her hair. I don't know who most of these people are — the 4th woman from the left is my great-grandmother Edie and her daughter Helen "Hunna" is standing just below her — and the rest appear in other photos I have, but so far, no names.
And whether I ever identify any of the rest of the women, it's really these faces looking back at me. The hair. The clothes. The poses. The expressions. I imagine the photo was taken and then everyone went back to the conversation they’d been having. The kids ran off to do secret kid things that didn't include standing still. The women sat on the front steps. Talking. Laughing. On a spring or summer afternoon. Like we still do. Today.
In twelve days it will be exactly one year from my dad's passing, so this one is for you dad:
My dad was a little troublemaker. He was the first of eight kids and got into everything! My grandma had a room full of sweets for the Persian New Year that she locked so none of the children could go in and eat the sweets. My dad was seven at the time, and somehow got the key for the room, went in and started eating. My uncle, my dad's younger brother, realized this and went to tell his mom. My dad heard the commotion outside and jumped out of the room window, came around the back of the house, stood behind my grandma and uncle trying to open the door, and said "what's going on?" I love you dad. Miss you every day. ❤️❤️❤️ #dad#ripdad#missyoudad#family#familystories#love
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"That look you give mama when she catches you in the toy bin...🙊" Also, we spy a personalized Hooray Heroes book ‘When Elowyn Grows Up’ on the shelf! 💕
Is anyone else fascinated by the people, experiences and paths that had to cross for you to exist? Yesterday we lost my great grandfather, Lance - one of the most cheeky, cheerful, resilient people I’ve ever met. While I’ve been drinking my port and listening to Johnny Cash to remember him, I’ve been thinking of not only the smiley old man with rum in his cough syrup I grew up with, but the handsome young man who took girls to the dance in a buggy, charmed a pretty girl called Valma Elsie with his skinny ties and built a house from scratch for his new bride. I think those stories are so important, and don’t want them to go with him, so next week I’ll go back to that house and rummage through the collections to add to my files. Vale Pop.
Почему никто не сказал, что фоткать детей на загранпаспорт это целое представление с элементами акробатики, фокусов и клоунады??😫
Вобщем, благодаря наводке @aantakova мы решили сделать Марку загранпаспорт до повышения госпошлины через госуслуги. Все равно хотим поехать куда-нибудь зимой🌴, так почему бы не сделать заранее и со скидкой. (Для тех, кто не знает, госпошлина за загранпаспорта увеличилась с 1 августа, но через сайт госуслуги можно все доки подать со скидкой в 30%).
Документы подали в июле, заплатили за паспорт нового образца 1050 рублей! 💸Космические деньги)) и стали ждать, когда мистера Марка позовут фоткаться.📸
День х настал вчера, мы нашей дружной семье пришли в полной уверенности, что пыффф, чего там сложного, это же просто фото. 📷Ага, тут началось все самое веселье. Отстояв Очередь в км, зашли мы в кабинку, отдали оригиналы и копии доков и получили инструкцию, как держать ребёнка, чтоб он смотрел в камеру, но чтоб родителя на фото не было. 👼Короче, это треш. По очереди мы с мужем лежали в кабинке на полу, держа сына высоко над собой, он бесился, дрыгал ногами, фотки смазывались, специалист смеялась и злилась. 🤪🤪Под конец вышла одна несмазанная фотка, на которой сын как уголовник, ок.
И совет от девушки из кабинки-дак вы чего паспорт старого образца не сделали, не надо было бы тащить сюда ребёнка, той фотографии бы хватило, что вы присылали. 😡😡😡!!!!!!!! ОК!!!!!🤣🤣
PS фото от @bessonovakatrin Катя, ждём новую порцию🤓
“About the last of May, previous to our departure from Nauvoo, I was aroused from my slumbers one night, hearing such heavenly music as I had ever heard before. Everything was so still and quiet when it burst upon my ear that I could not imagine where it came from. I got up and looked out of the window. The moon shone bright as I looked over at the temple from when the sound came. There on the roof of the building, Heavenly bands of music had congregated and were playing most beautifully. The music was exquisite! And we had to leave all this; the temple, our homes, and the pleasant surroundings and bid farewell. It was too are our tents, O Israel.”
-Nancy Naomi Alexander Tracy
My 4th Great Grandmother kept a journal through her travels as a Mormon Pioneer. My 4th cousin and her mom printed the journal into a book. I’m so thankful to those who knew the importance of the written word and kept their stories. They may have felt at times their life may be insignificant to others but truly their lives are miracles and so important to me. Do you have an ancestor who kept a journal?
In this world of digital madness, we spend so much time with our technology. And in those important moments we tend to forget that we can memorialize our memories in a flash utilizing said technology. Memories are important, but occasionally that visual reminder triggers a deeper memory of that moment. And those insights of those memories are priceless too. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I am not a fan of pictures, I hate sitting for them. But I know that having a visual look back into the past can be important, and for those who come after they will be priceless. And I realized that even though I have pictures of our fur babies, family & friends. I don't have a lot from recent years. And looking back I had tons of them when they were kittens (when they do all the cute stuff). ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Take time to make the memories with friends, family, and don't forget the pets. And if you think of it, snap a picture, or grab something that will trigger that deeper memory, or something that the generations that follow will cherish as a part of the story they will hear.
An article about the "Pasta Grannies" popped up on my Facebook last week and I instantly fell in love! When Vicky Bennison noticed that the art of home and hand-made pasta was dying, she wanted to do something about it. So, she finds sweet "grannies" near her home in Italy who still make their own pasta and she films them - and their technique - so it will be preserved. They are so fun to watch and it makes me want to film my grandmother making some of my favorite recipes of hers so I can keep the tradition alive! (You can follow along with them @pastagrannies)
Hands down this is perhaps my FAVORITE spread in the book. Grandma V tells the story about how her fried peach pies went missing during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963. Can you see Grandma V? —
Grandma V is rich in historical events. Fact about me: I LOVE HISTORY. If I could find a job as museum educator I would be in heaven. One thing I don’t think we stress enough is learning the history of our elders. Learning from my grandmother while she cooked over a hot stove are some of the greatest experiences that shaped who I am today. If you have elders in your family please sit down and record their history. I promise you there will be no regrets.
Do you ever look at an old photo and figure out the ages of those pictured?
I just did that with this photo of my grandparents taken at my parents’ wedding. August 17, 1963. Almost 55 years to the day.
In this photo, my Grandpa Dunlap is 52, Granny D. is 51, Granny Klein is 48 and Grandpa K. is 44. (Left to right).
44. The same age I am right now.
Why does he look so much older? Or is the filter that I am projecting?
I think it is also the fact that these are my grandparents.
They were always old in my mind’s eye.
When my Grandpa Dunlap died (the first of my grandparents) I wasn’t surprised. In the mind of a 13 yr old he was old at 79.
In fact to me it was setting things straight after losing my dad at the age of 43 when I was 10.
Age is an interesting concept. The perception and the reality can sometimes be on totally opposite ends of the spectrum.
I wonder what my future (hopefully) grandchildren will think when they see a photo of me taken now.
I don’t feel “old” and I have a feeling my grandparents didn’t especially on this happy day when both of their only children were getting married.
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I’m loving the last day of summer with my kids. We’ve experienced a lot together this summer. One thing they didn’t experience this summer but I know one day WILL experience is discrimination and racism based on their skin color and their looks.
🤙🏽 Peter and I recently experienced a very rude and racist situation just last week. I don’t let things like this get to me, if anything, I was proud I knew who I was and that my self-love was impenetrable. That self-love is powered by family history. I learned a long time ago that the color of my skin is a reflection of ancestors who were missionaries, chiefs, farmers, warriors, travelers, storytellers and women and men of God from Polynesia. It is also a reflection of my ancestors from Scotland and Ireland who fell in love with people that looked like me 🤙🏽 Family history gives me STRENGTH to never question my identity, CONFIDENCE that helps me be ME, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE that reminds me that racist people need it more than anyone else, ACCEPTANCE to try to meet people where they are at without judgement and PATIENCE because the Lord (and my ancestors) know I need it 😂 🤙🏽 How has family history helped you in your life? ❤️
Adorable Mila got her personalized book ‘When Mila Grows Up’! 💕
In this book you can fully customize the child, mom and content by choosing 10 stories about the future of your child!
A great gift for your little ones! 😊😍
Circa late 1800s, New York City, students at the Normal School of New York. Could our “G-Mama” and Great Great Aunt Helen be one of these women? It’s possible. After attending Staunton, Virginia’s Augusta Female Seminary (now Mary Baldwin University) under the tutelage of aunt Mary Julia Baldwin for whom the school was later named, my great-grandmother and her sister enrolled at the Normal School of New York now known as Hunter College. Their widowed mother Eliza Jane Van de Graaff Baldwin had moved her daughters from Mississippi to Alabama to Virginia and finally to NYC to further their educations. #Thenormalschool#huntercollege#womenseducation#marybaldwin#genealogy#familystories#familyhistorian#genealogyphotoaday#startswithN
“You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.”
My grandpa Dennis was honored a few weeks ago with an award for his service in the US Navy. He served as a Seabee during WWII and another 20+ years of service. He is 93! We are so proud of him. 🚢 “Set your course by the stars, not by the lights of every passing ship.”
-Omar N. Bradley
Тепло семейных вечеров (в особенности этого), большиииие застолья и много-много смеха, ведь мы так редко собираемся всей семьёй 😔
Очень любим приезжать к своим родственникам и принимать их у нас в Кирове). Прям целый ритуал приготовлений. И сильно ждём наших америкосиков 💔
Люблю когда сидим за большим столом и родители рассказывают свои смешные истории из детства ✨
В этот раз насмеялись от души, разбираясь в семейном древе)
Лейтмотив поездки: Соня, ты сестра мне или племянница? Вроде сестра... 🤔😂 Соня (все таки сестра) протусовалась с нами все время, под конец сказала: «Я хочу домой, к родителям», все вздохнули с облегчением и папа крикнул: «Ура! Мы их победили!» 😂
Повзрослев, прощаться стало легче, зная, что можем увидится в любое время, стоит только позвонить)
Фото сделала моя сестра @katya_birkun_
Гены пальцем не раздавишь, так сказать ☝🏻
@lakesidenan here’s an oldie but goodie from the wayback machine. I was just writing about grandma Beckett on the left. She had bright blue eyes, like my father; and she made fizzy bubbles in a Black Cow, if you know what that is. When my father died, she came to live with us for awhile. That’s when I started teaching in our basement, at age 8, on roller skates, to music from 78 rpm records in an enormous mahogany console. #personaldisclosures
Feeling Blessed this morning!
A little back story on the window.. because everything in your home should have a story...
5 years ago right after our son was born I had the opportunity to Travel to Berkeley California take part in the remodel of a historic 1904 home with most of its original furnishings.
The 4 week project was amazing. - The adventure started in Tulsa, OK where we packed up our two young girls and a nearly brand new baby boy and set off for California.
We drove straight to LA where the wife and kids stayed with her wonderful family while I continued on to Berkeley. The next day I arrived at the house and the real adventure began.
The home owner was a professor from the University of Tulsa, and this was his childhood home, and where he stayed while attending Berkeley’s University of California. #thisoldhouse was ready for a makeover, and was getting siding, flooring, windows, and Electrical.
💡 The electrical was my part of the project, upgrading the archaic knob and tube wiring.⚡️ One of the best Jobs ever!!!! Not only did we stay in the house while we were there working, every night the professor would set out two bottles wine after dinner and we would share stories until they were empty.
#educatedguesswine#cabernetsauvignon The house, the city, the project!! It was such an amazing trip and an unusual job, I just had to have a keepsake.
The window!!! -
Thanks for reading #stories#roadtripstories#family#familystories#woodart#windowart#carpentry#diy#diyhomedecor