Dear Photograph,
This is a photograph of my great auntie and uncle at my nan’s wedding at St. James church in Bolton, Ontario. Our family have had many weddings here and loved it and I know they sure did as well. Although they are gone now, we still have their memories. She died when I was young but I still remember going on day trips with her and my great uncle too. My auntie was a wonderful person.
Chloe

Dear Photograph,
This photo was taken of my aunt, dad, and uncle, on the steps of their house in 1970. Now I’m sitting on the same stoop with their mum (my grandma).
Ali-Jae

Dear Photograph,
As far back as I can remember, from Memorial Day weekend until Labor Day weekend, we spent many summer days at this pool (Penn Valley Athletic Club). I never thought I would be raising my kids in the same area where I grew up, but I am. How fortunate I am to get to re-live these childhood memories, and how fortunate my children are to be forming their own memories of summer fun at the pool!
Kate

Dear Photograph,
This is when I still had hair and my brother pooped himself.
We were happy, but we didn’t know it.
Domenico

Dear Photograph,
This is a photograph of my great grandmother sat on Cromer beach. Our family love this place and I know she sure did as well. Although she is gone now, we still have memories. She died when I was young but I still remember going on day trips with her and my great granddad too. My great grandmother was a wonderful person.
Lauren

Dear Photograph,
My parents still live in the same house where, as a young boy, I posed for a photo with my mom on the front steps. Fifty years later I returned there on Mother’s Day and sat once again in front of the camera with my dear, loving mom.
Michael

Dear Photograph,
People would always ask me what it’s like being an only child, and they would often assume that I grew up lonely and alone in my own little world. Sometimes, they would even ask me if I’d like a brother or a sister to keep me company. But growing up with an awesome cousin like him (who’s also an only child), I couldn’t ask for more. We fight and get along just like real siblings, and for both of us, that’s more than enough.
Andressa

Dear Photograph,
"No, ma’am, it’s not a boy in a dress, it’s a girl in a dress.". The hair came, the dresses went, the park stayed.

Nomeda

Dear Photograph,
I inherited my grandmother’s family photos several years ago and finally did some digging to see if I could find the old family homes around Detroit. Here’s one on Marx Avenue with my father in the early 1930s.
Mary

Dear Photograph,
It’s still magical 13 years later.
Julie

Dear Photograph,
My mother was a hippie too. Deal with it!

Dear Photograph,
I would always try to keep up with my older brothers and the neighbourhoods as much as I could since I was the youngest. Whether it was getting my training wheels off earlier than anyone or strapping into a snowboard after I could barely walk. It’s now paid off and I am on a Golf scholarship at Florida Gulf Coast University playing division 1 golf. Thanks to my older influences for making me try harder every day!
Keaton

Dear Photograph.
It’s been three years already since we left our house and it seems like quite some time has passed to think of how much I used to like to play, sit, watch, listen to music and 
whatever else happened on that balcony. The original picture was taken in 1987, and I have no idea who took it, but it shows my dad, my mom and one month-old version of myself. I miss this balcony, a lot.
Ale

Dear Photograph,
My 19 year old son is about 4 in this photo. He was climbing his very favorite tree in the back yard of his grandparents’ home. The house has been sold now but he had a chance to admire the tree one more time last summer. Happy memories!

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