The big box of photos and the reel-to-reels of audio, and other things that have gone *poof*.... So sad. I remember some of those photos, and would know who the people were. And the audios were my dad and his jazz band, and I knew who those people were. I'm only 72, and I'm probably the last person who could tell those stories. If you have these resources, Don't Wait!! Find them, digitize them, and tell the stories!!!
Sadly Costco hasn't done any film or photo work for over two years now. Some of the Family Search Centers in Utah and California have scanning equipment for patrons to use, don't know about other FS Centers in other parts of the world. Appreciate your commitment to sharing whatever you can!!
Many computer printers have scanning capabilities and some have attachments to handle slides and negatives. They aren't as expensive as they used to be or you can pool your resources with family members to purchase. You can scan photos at Walmart too.
Sacramento, California. I have been working with my sons. My son Tomas caretaker I have (8/20/1959) 65 years old. Strokes 54, TIA, ANXIETY, SEIZURES, RAKA amputation. Bedridden 3 years ago I had a lot pictures, family Bible, 3. Richard Paul Beckwith, Letha Alice Van Zandt & me, Arlene Yvonne Burdick. Help me.?
My family photos definitely vary in quantity depending on which side. My mom’s family were Midwest farmers in a rather remote area of Illinois, so I don’t think they had easy access to a developer. As a result, we have one photo of my great-great-grandfather Bernard Moran feeding the pigs sometime in the early 1900s. Then, nothing until we get to my grandmother’s generation. My paternal grandfather emigrated from Sweden and only had the marriage photos of his parents to pass down. Luckily, I’ve recently connected with a local historian from Grandpa’s hometown and he sent me scans from his books that had some photos of those parents and one family snap of them, a great-great-grandmother, and two of Grandpa’s siblings. I have inherited my paternal grandmother’s many family photos and am scanning them. Fortunately, Grandma and her sister went through most of them and wrote identifications on the back before passing away 30 years ago. There are several that were in albums that weren’t id’d though, so it makes my scanning project interesting! I do have one photo that I hope is of my great-great-grandmother Carrie late in life. It’s been cut down, I think to fit into an envelope if she sent it from Oklahoma to her son in Chicago. Grandma’s handwriting on the back says “Grandma,” so it has to be Carrie (her other grandmother died at age 31). But no one I’ve shown it to, lined up with the other two photos I have of her from that last decade of her life, can agree that it is the same woman. Some say it could be, others say no way. If it is her, she visibly aged significantly in five or six years. I’ve connected with descendants of Carrie’s children, but no one seems to know anything about her or her children. I keep hoping to find someone who inherited photos of her to supplement the few I have. My third cousin who I connected with on Ancestry (we’ve become genealogy buddies!) did have a few, but that’s it so far.
Eric mentioned funeral pictures. My sister has taken pictures at funerals for years. Some people think that's weird but not our family. Then two years ago her husband died suddenly, and she asked me to take pictures. After everything was over, I put the pictures and others of him in a book on 8.5"x11" size "paper" and sent the PDF to family members. Each printed it in their own way. I had the local print shop print mine. Then I put the pages in sheet protectors in a binder. Our brother had his put into a "real" book by a company that does that. One picture of greater importance is of the brother standing in front of the casket with his arm around our sister. One of their daughters saw that & was about to take a photo when she heard my camera sound off. I could go on and on about Mom's labeling all her photos except one of a young man in uniform probably from WWII. Why? There must be a story there. Then there is my husband's uncle whose family gave me all his research because it would have been thrown away if I didn't take it. I think most of us have some of those stories.
Wordsworth wrote the line in the context of French Revolution. Wordsworth, like other Romantics, had high hopes from the uprising. It signaled the arrival of a new dawn, of democratic forces, of a break from the feudal society. Hence, such lofty praise for “that dawn” of revolution.
Gosh, I am not alone in heriting all the family archives 😅
The big box of photos and the reel-to-reels of audio, and other things that have gone *poof*....
So sad. I remember some of those photos, and would know who the people were.
And the audios were my dad and his jazz band, and I knew who those people were.
I'm only 72, and I'm probably the last person who could tell those stories.
If you have these resources, Don't Wait!!
Find them, digitize them, and tell the stories!!!
Great stories! And good advice on equipment too.
Thank you for sharing.
Very interesting
Sadly Costco hasn't done any film or photo work for over two years now. Some of the Family Search Centers in Utah and California have scanning equipment for patrons to use, don't know about other FS Centers in other parts of the world. Appreciate your commitment to sharing whatever you can!!
Many computer printers have scanning capabilities and some have attachments to handle slides and negatives. They aren't as expensive as they used to be or you can pool your resources with family members to purchase. You can scan photos at Walmart too.
CVS pharmacies also print photos and develop film, even the 110 size he spoke about, and will make prints from slides.
Sacramento, California. I have been working with my sons. My son Tomas caretaker I have (8/20/1959) 65 years old. Strokes 54, TIA, ANXIETY, SEIZURES, RAKA amputation. Bedridden 3 years ago I had a lot pictures, family Bible, 3. Richard Paul Beckwith, Letha Alice Van Zandt & me, Arlene Yvonne Burdick. Help me.?
My family photos definitely vary in quantity depending on which side. My mom’s family were Midwest farmers in a rather remote area of Illinois, so I don’t think they had easy access to a developer. As a result, we have one photo of my great-great-grandfather Bernard Moran feeding the pigs sometime in the early 1900s. Then, nothing until we get to my grandmother’s generation.
My paternal grandfather emigrated from Sweden and only had the marriage photos of his parents to pass down. Luckily, I’ve recently connected with a local historian from Grandpa’s hometown and he sent me scans from his books that had some photos of those parents and one family snap of them, a great-great-grandmother, and two of Grandpa’s siblings.
I have inherited my paternal grandmother’s many family photos and am scanning them. Fortunately, Grandma and her sister went through most of them and wrote identifications on the back before passing away 30 years ago. There are several that were in albums that weren’t id’d though, so it makes my scanning project interesting! I do have one photo that I hope is of my great-great-grandmother Carrie late in life. It’s been cut down, I think to fit into an envelope if she sent it from Oklahoma to her son in Chicago. Grandma’s handwriting on the back says “Grandma,” so it has to be Carrie (her other grandmother died at age 31). But no one I’ve shown it to, lined up with the other two photos I have of her from that last decade of her life, can agree that it is the same woman. Some say it could be, others say no way. If it is her, she visibly aged significantly in five or six years.
I’ve connected with descendants of Carrie’s children, but no one seems to know anything about her or her children. I keep hoping to find someone who inherited photos of her to supplement the few I have. My third cousin who I connected with on Ancestry (we’ve become genealogy buddies!) did have a few, but that’s it so far.
Eric mentioned funeral pictures. My sister has taken pictures at funerals for years. Some people think that's weird but not our family. Then two years ago her husband died suddenly, and she asked me to take pictures. After everything was over, I put the pictures and others of him in a book on 8.5"x11" size "paper" and sent the PDF to family members. Each printed it in their own way. I had the local print shop print mine. Then I put the pages in sheet protectors in a binder. Our brother had his put into a "real" book by a company that does that. One picture of greater importance is of the brother standing in front of the casket with his arm around our sister. One of their daughters saw that & was about to take a photo when she heard my camera sound off. I could go on and on about Mom's labeling all her photos except one of a young man in uniform probably from WWII. Why? There must be a story there. Then there is my husband's uncle whose family gave me all his research because it would have been thrown away if I didn't take it. I think most of us have some of those stories.
I don't understand the Title. It sounds like it was written by Yoda.
Wordsworth wrote the line in the context of French Revolution. Wordsworth, like other Romantics, had high hopes from the uprising. It signaled the arrival of a new dawn, of democratic forces, of a break from the feudal society. Hence, such lofty praise for “that dawn” of revolution.