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“Every Photo Tells a Story”

Rummaging through your closet, your fingers curl around the binding of the thick book. Fragile cover. Pages like black construction paper. Weighted down, each page holds a collage of black and white prints. Your eyes meet his. Features fixed in a serious stare, eyes dark and haunted, they look back at you in black and white. Your gaze drifts to the vintage uniform hung snugly around the man’s muscled arms and torso. A quick glance and instantly you place him in the Civil War.

Union or Confederate? How much action did he see? Was he a POW? How old was he when he joined up? Did he have loved ones eagerly waiting for his safe return? So many questions flood your find. Curiosity peaked, you look for clues to answer your unvoiced questions. This young, unnamed soldier has a name, a family, a story.

A good photographer not only captures the physical features of the subject, but also the emotions, personality, and character of that individual.

Photos tell a story. What story is behind the photos tucked away in your closet, garage, or attic?

I love black and white prints, the older the better. I enjoy guessing, researching, and discovering the history behind a photo, but I also enjoy recording present-day stories.

Each of our lives are different. We all have different stories to tell. The photos we take today, will be the stories our children will “look at” in years to come. Capture the moments around you. Provide future generations with a glimpse into the past. Give your children the gift of photos.

If you are blessed to have “old photos” in your possession, take care of them, treasure them, preserve them so they will last throughout the years. And, if at all possible, discover the “story” behind the images you have.

My Mother loves genealogy. Thanks to her, our family knows many of the stories behind the photos we have-a blessing to someone like me who collects vintages prints.

*The photo below, (the one of the man and woman) is one of over eighty “vintage prints” featured throughout my bedroom. It is my belief that this is of my Great, Great, Great Grandfather Francis Emerson LeFevre and his second wife Serena Pernesia Hall. Frances was in the TX Calvary during the Civil War.

 

*The above photo (group shot) is of my Great, Great, Great Grandfather D. Lorenzo D. Milliron. He was one of the first dentists in the Dakota Territory. His wife, Phoebe, and their four children are shown around him. One of the boys in this print later owned Milliron’s Department Store in Los Angeles, California. The eldest daughter is Ida Millicent Milliron Hart.

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