This article from Chicago Magazine profiles photographer Art Shay’s favorite subject – his wife Florence. The photo series is simply amazing, and nothing I type here can possibly do justice to what you will find, so click the link and see for yourself.
Here are a few shots of the place where I grew up. Hope you like them. Click the image to go to the gallery.
|I used to live here…|
I remember it like it was yesterday. My Grandparents on my Dad’s side from Georgia were visiting. It’s the only time it happened. I never saw my grandparents anywhere other than Hazelhurst, GA. Except for this one time, in the winter of 1980. The winter that it snowed over a foot. I remember hearing that it was going to snow, and I got all excited. It finally started to snow late in the afternoon, and I spent hours at the window watching it fall. There was an old tricycle in the front yard, and I remember watching how the snow first reached the center of the wheels, then it was reached the top of the front wheel, then the seat was gone, and finally at the end of the evening the handle bars were covered. It was nothing short of incredible, and we haven’t had that much snow at once since. My grandparents were not amused. Here are some photos shot by my parents of that morning after.
Here is a collection of old photos of some of my family. I found these in a box at my moms house, they span a period of time from the 30’s all the way to the 80’s – a fifty year visual slice of family history. Here you will see people like Uncle Harry, who has seen and done just about everything; my grandfather, Pee Wee, who died when I was around 9 years old; and my mom, dad, sister, and even a very young version of yours truly. Some are beautiful, some are telling, some are sober, faded bits of history and some are downright hilarious.