When I'm browsing antiques stores and find
loose post-card photos of men, women and children,
I always wonder how they got separated from their families.
(This photo was marked "Grandfather Nelson"
and is obviously a vintage photo
from a professional studio
in Engelholm, Sweden.)
Were there no tenders of the family flame?
When I found a slightly tattered red velvet photo album,
full of vintage photos taken in Sweden or Minnesota
or in Tacoma in the late 1800s or early 1900s,
I couldn't stand to see a whole family's history
for sale, with no one to appreciate the stories.
(Taken in a studio in Helsingborg, Sweden.)
Being 1/4 Swedish myself (my maternal grandfather
was the first-born son of two Swedish immigrants
who met in Walla Walla, Washington in the late 1890s),
I decided to adopt them.
(Jacoby Studio, St. Peter, Minnesota)
Because there are few clues to identity -- other than
that the album belonged to a family on the "Peninsula"
(which I think might be a reference to the little peninsula on which I live) -- I can't uncover their stories.
I might just have to give them new ones.
(Studio portrait - Stillwater, Minnesota)
A kind of witness protection program
for forgotten families.
Want to help create their new identities?
ps - If you know who these people are, please let me know.
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