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vintage photographs

  • My sister the brave

    In every family there is a person that holds the center; around whose gravitational pull the other family members orbit. We refer to them as patriarch or don’t really consider their role…

  • The weight of personal history

    The trouble with having such a deep knowledge of my family history is I find I must bite my tongue when my kids speak casually of their interests. I have no desire…

  • Beach vacation 1940s France

    Palavas-les-Flots is a French seaside resort south of Montpelier. My mother, along with her mother and new stepfather, spent a summer vacation in Palavas while my step-grandfather  enjoyed learning how to use…

  • Family castles and fun

    I’ve spent a fair amount of time in castles. Although, technically, many of these are considered manor houses. I have many childhood memories of this particular house in the south of France.…

  • Our Sunday best

    Chicago suburbs, 1950s, USA Maria Baroni with grandmother Elise & mother Helene. Just a little touch of glamor of you on this fine day.  …

  • Boys & genetic destiny

    I grew up in a talented family that holds the idea that talent runs in a family as a form of destiny. My grandfather, Roger, was a cold person. He didn’t like…

  • Great Grandfather Gustave Arents

    My paternal great-grandfather was a rakish fellow from near Brussels, Belgium. The bit of family lore we do know about him is that he was good with the ladies and he was…

  • Fifties Americana

    No one is more American than an immigrant. I think of my family when the US  immigration reform discussion crops up again because we are all of us born in France and…