Dear Photograph,
In the summer of ‘85, my cousins came from South Dakota to visit our fifth generation family farm in Nebraska. Great memories still run wild, just ...read more
Dear Photograph,
Ten years of coming and going up those stairs and there you are, always waiting with so much tail wagging love for us to come home. You are and ...read more
Dear Photograph,
I’m not going to lie, my grandpa Sam was such a grouch, but I still loved him with all my heart. The thing I miss most about him was when he used to ...read more
Dear Photograph,
Newton, Brian and I were inseparable from each other and our beloved bikes. It was my Mom who would put the brakes on all the fun and always make us ...read more
Dear Photograph,
Even though he’s gone, just when I feel like I’m going to fall, suddenly out of nowhere I can still feel his arms wrap around me and lift me up, ...read more
Dear Photograph,
Thirty years ago, I held on tight to my Dad’s strong back and swam around and around with him in our horse trough pool. Time has passed so quickly ...read more
Dear Photograph,
His memory has faded, and all because Alzheimer’s Disease came into his life and stole it away from him. He may not know who I am anymore, but one ...read more
Dear Photograph,
The year was 1958, and Aunt Judie was growing up at the Creeks, a Gold Camp in Fairbanks, Alaska. Life at the camp wasn’t filled with much to do for ...read more
Dear Photograph,
No matter how old they get, the cottage will always be the place for family get togethers and one of a kind mud pie making memories.
Lori ...read more
Dear Photograph,
My dad was 19 years old in 1939 when he made a trip to Windsor Castle in England. Last week I travelled from Belgium in search of the very spot ...read more
