Sitting around the fireplace roasting marshmallows for s’mores, we listen to my grandmother tell a story of her childhood when her mother cooked baked beans every Saturday night for supper on the kitchen wood stove, no matter what the season.
I sit back and cherish this living history that my 90-year old grandmother is sharing with my young daughters. I cherish it as much as the photos that I have of my grandmother’s mother and the one of her mother, my great-great-grandmother. I am lucky to have those photographs. Scratched, faded, and tattered as they might be – I can put a face to the story – the story of Emma soaking and baking beans on the kitchen wood stove in the middle of July in the late 1920′s.
My WHY? I BELIEVE IN FAMILY.
The history of my life is marked by these moments, whether milestones or a random Saturday afternoon. The thing is, I never know which moments are going hold fast in my memory and deep in my heart. I often wonder which of my own life's moments my daughters will tell their own grandchildren stories about me.
I want a photograph to tell my story.
I want a photograph to tell your story.
Because, at the end of the day, I BELIEVE IN FAMILY.
We connect to our past through these images because they show us that it was real. Through these images, we connect to the future, showing them that we were real.
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