Vintage Photos

Here are my grandmother’s parents. My great-grandmom sailed to America from Sweden without her parents  at age 16 to find a better life. She was one strong woman.

Here’s one of my grandparents with my dad and uncle in front of my great-grandparents’ house outside Boston. I don’t know the context but I’m guessing they had driven up from New York. That’s the house I stayed in every single summer growing up. It’s also where my grandparents are for the summer now, while we watch their house here in Houston. 

There are lots more like this that I’ll post in the future, and I’ll try to find some from the other side of my family as well. It’s amazing to me that they have so many photos from so long ago, when photography was not so common. They were not a family of great means. I guess my love of photography really does go back for generations.