I’d say about half of the photos that I found in an old photo album involve this family in some way, and then the other half are a mystery to me. This Polaroid was probably taken by the younger sister since she’s not pictured here. I’m not sure if she meant to capture her parents kissing, but I’m glad she did.
A while back, I found a bunch of slide carousels. I don’t know who they belonged to originally, but some of the people appear in multiple slides, so that’s one clue. The dates are stamped on the slides and range from 1970 to 1979. Most are overseas vacation photos, but it’s the family photos which I like best.
This is one of the earlier slides, dated 1970. It was most likely taken during a small family get-together, maybe a birthday or special event. For the sake of the little boy, let’s hope it’s a special occasion! Dad (or whoever) is DEFINITELY holding a lit cigarette to the kid’s mouth. You may not be able to tell, but in the larger version there’s even a cherry (burning) on the end. Also present at the party were at least two other small children, a mom(?), a grandma(?), and at least two other men. And now you know just about as much as I do.
FOUND by Felix van Nostram in a dead woman’s postcard collection my father purchased at an estate sale
Back in the day, my father had two main hobbies: garage sale-ing and stamp collecting. The way that these two hobbies manifested themselves in combination was when my dad would go to an estate sale (meaning someone has died), he would purchase the deceased’s collection of letters. He then would browse for any stamps of value. When he found one, he would wet it, peel it off, and catalogue it appropriately in one of his many binders.
Some time during this long-lasting, decade-spanning activity, my father’s two hobbies turned into just one – light hoarding. And so the postcards sat in my father’s corner of the basement. For years they were hidden from humankind until one day I unearthed a treasure of thousands of old postcards spanning from 1893 to 1969 and this one was in there. It tells a great story of a father who’s just trying to be a part of his son’s life presumably post-divorce and is having a tough time.
I think this came out of a used book. Something about it, eh? The back says Alfred, Uncle Jay, Dad Grandpa Ray, Dad. Two brothers and their pops. Smoking, smoking, not so much. That Al sure looks like he’s finding his place in the world but Ray already knows.
FOUND by Miranda Metcalf in Fremont District, Seattle, Washington
Many years ago I came across this note lying on the sidewalk near my house. I’ve carried it with me for years, I’m not exactly why. Inspiration? Cautionary tale? Who knows, but it was only matter of time before the note made it to your site.