Dear Photograph,
My mother was 22 and studying at George Washington University in 1972 when she posed for the camera outside the Eisenhower Executive Office Building in Washington, DC. Who would’ve known that forty years later, when I was 22, I would be a White House intern working in that very same building? As I look at this photo it feels a bit like time travel…It’s an odd feeling to be in a photograph with your mother when you’re both the same age.
Arthur

Dear Photograph,
Spirit, my divine dachshund for seventeen years and model for my annual Christmas card, had to leave me in the summer of ‘83. When the joy of the season rolled around once again and it was time to design my card, I was still the sad little boy who had lost his best friend. Hopeless, split and feeling defeated I sent out my card that year titled “Tracking Santa” in hopes my spirit would one day return.
Tony
Dear Photograph,
It’s nice to know I’ve always had my own little cheering section, starting thirty years ago, helping me take my first steps. I hope they’ll always be behind me and never let go. 
Anika
Dear Photograph,
This Christmas just won’t be the same without you here.
Bobbi

Dear Photograph wishes you a Happy Thanksgiving!

Dear Photograph,

Five years ago, you could see the love and it was warm inside. Now it’s almost impossible to get the three of them to stay in the same room together. The trauma-inducing annual photo shoots are always worth it…
Jen

Dear Photograph,
Even though my brother is too big to walk on grandad’s toes now, he still keeps us on ours!
Roisin
Dear Photograph,
If I look far ahead or rather twenty-two years behind me, I can still get a glimpse of my brother and I in our back garden, swinging away the years, and not a worry in sight as to what changes time will inevitably bring. 
Lee
Dear Photograph,
There have been many great catches over the years while spending time fishing with his Dad. But I think I got the best catch of all….him!
Happy 40th Birthday Brian!
Love, Carrie 
Dear Photograph,
Kayaking in the bay with you was always an adventure. You’d pretend to be Prince Eric and I was Princess Ariel. I miss the visits we spent together doing crossword puzzles in the newspaper and watching Jeopardy. I’m so glad you called me out of the blue just to say you love Mom and I, because the very next morning you passed away. I wish you could have seen how many roses were placed in your memory. You were the best grandpa, and I’m the luckiest granddaughter.
Love, Megan
Dear Photograph,
Once upon a time in Morehead, Kentucky, you could hear the train whistle and watch people coming and going. Now this is the final destination as only the old train station still remains, standing strong, holding all the memories of days gone by.
Tyler
Dear Photograph,
I miss my uncle’s lift-you-off-your-feet, back-cracking hugs more every year. The times when I find myself really missing him, I stand on this old porch, close my eyes and pretend he’s still here, singing that same old Allman’s brother song in my ear.
Love your ”sweet Melissa”
Dear Photograph,
New wellies and new dogs may fill your favourite spot where you loved to sunbathe and watch the world go by, but you my very first pet for fifteen years, will never be forgotten.
Love, Sally
Dear Photograph,
Time may fade paint, the farm may have grown, and Papaw may have lost his hair. But his love for his tractors, I know that will never change and neither will the simple fact that he will always be my hero.
Love, Kelly
Dear Photograph,
Theirs was a love that lasted the test of time. This was a home full of all things good and warm and wonderful for forty one years and sixty five years of marriage. Ice cream sundaes on Saturday night and home made waffles on Sunday morning. I can still hear the ballgame on the porch while they watched me roll down the hill…
I miss you.
Love, The Bug
Dear Photograph,
I’m so proud my boys childhood dreams were made of bravery, honor and valor. Fifteen years later, dreams really do come true.
Nancy
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