4 Years Old in 1982
Me (about 1) and my older brother
One of the best parts of going home for the holidays is digging through old family photos. In an effort to save some of the memories before the paper disintegrates, I scanned a few of them and uploaded to Flickr.
Opa & Omi
I am especially enchanted with the story of my Mom’s parents (my grandparents) because they survived World War II and each had only one leg. My grandmother and grandfather met in rehabilitation camp and both suffered some extraordinary hardships but managed to raise 5 kids and provide a colorful life for their family.
My mother grew up in a 2 bedroom apartment with her 4 siblings. That means there was 7 people living in a 2 bedroom apartment in Germany. I am amazed to look back at how far we have come and remind myself that when I “might” be having a bad day, I’m lucky compared to what my Grandparents have endured.
See all the photos I scanned on Flickr.
4 Years Old in 1982
Me (about 1) and my older brother
One of the best parts of going home for the holidays is digging through old family photos. In an effort to save some of the memories before the paper disintegrates, I scanned a few of them and uploaded to Flickr.
Opa & Omi
I am especially enchanted with the story of my Mom’s parents (my grandparents) because they survived World War II and each had only one leg. My grandmother and grandfather met in rehabilitation camp and both suffered some extraordinary hardships but managed to raise 5 kids and provide a colorful life for their family.
My mother grew up in a 2 bedroom apartment with her 4 siblings. That means there was 7 people living in a 2 bedroom apartment in Germany. I am amazed to look back at how far we have come and remind myself that when I “might” be having a bad day, I’m lucky compared to what my Grandparents have endured.
See all the photos I scanned on Flickr.