Over the next few days we will be following zachspassport, as he traces the unique story of his parents after they met on a bus and fell in love in Guatemala 37 years ago.

Dear Photograph,
My grandfather, Jim, was a man of steadfast devotion to his family and of remarkable character. Later in life, he became affectionately known as “Grumpy.” He was young at heart and used the most ridiculous puns — the kind that are so bad that you just can’t help but laugh at them — until his final days. He passed away in 2004. As I set up this shot, as with many others, time froze. I imagined my Grumpy standing in this exact same spot all those years ago. While I was overcome with a certain sadness, I couldn’t help but feel a great sense of calm and pride. I could feel him right there with me, eternalized through this photo.

50 Years ago today, The Beatles played their first live performance on American Television at The Ed Sullivan Show, with 74 million people tuning in.

Over the next few days we will be following zachspassport, as he traces the unique story of his parents after they met on a bus and fell in love in Guatemala 37 years ago.
 

Dear Photograph,
Papa with Corn, 1979 // Papa with Corn, 2014 Guatemalans consume corn mostly as tortillas, but also as tamales and in a drink called atol. Eating an ear of corn—elote—is much less common. So when it came time for this shot, tracking down an ear of corn proved to be just as tricky as finding the location itself.

Over the next few days we will be following zachspassport, as he traces the unique story of his parents after they met on a bus and fell in love in Guatemala 37 years ago. 

Dear Photograph,
My grandfather, Jim, visits my parents in 1979. In jest, Jim would introduce my father as his “sin-in-law” since my parents were not yet married. In this photo, my parents were moving Jim’s belongings over to their friend Jean’s house. Jean, an American whom my father had known from his earliest moments in Panajachel, was also the editor of his first travel book on Guatemala. As Jean’s health declined, my father purchased the house and it became our family’s home. 

Over the next few days we will be following zachspassport, as he traces the unique story of his parents after they met on a bus and fell in love in Guatemala 37 years ago. 

Dear Photograph,
"This was well before children, well before marriage, and during some of my first moments in Guatemala. I loved the country’s simplicity and charm — I fell in love with it right away." -My mother, Barbara.

zachspassport 

Dear Photograph,
50 years ago,my mom stepped off her porch and was swept away on a whirlwind journey of love and friendship that remains strong to this very day.
Love, Greg

Dear Photograph,
Seasons come and seasons go, but my heart still fills with joy remembering the boy in the frog shirt and the girl in the purple straw hat fishing for days on end not caring if they caught anything.
Bridget

I dedicated the Dear Photograph book to two amazing people who left this world way too early. One of them is Tony Ianni. My best friend, Justin Ianni, posted this image today of his Dad that I thought I would share with you all.

"After 13 years he’s not only a page in a book, but a huge chapter in my life. Dad, you built the roof over our heads and the love in our hearts. We love and miss you."


We miss you Mr. Ianni.

Dear Photograph, 
Thanks for bringing him back for a minute. 
Kj

Dear Photograph,
It was 70 years ago when my mother dipped her toes in Lake Cavloc, Switzerland along side her father and sister. Beauty was all around them and so were the echoes of youth. My mother’s view has changed now that she lives in a nursing home. Wouldn’t it have been something if the waters they had danced in had washed the fountain of youth over them…
Peter

Dear Photograph,
My little brother and grandma never did get along, only on rare occasions. As we celebrated my brothers birthday turning three years old, we forced my brother and grandma to finally smile in this picture; it wasn’t easy. My grandma passed away two months later from cancer, my little brother at that time doesn’t truly know how it feels to have lost a loved one, but I did. I love her so much and every time I think of her I break down in tears, even as I’m typing this I’m holding down my emotions so I won’t cry, but I can’t control it. I miss her so much. Last night we celebrated my little brothers seventh birthday, every year it just doesn’t feel the same. I love you lola darling, I’ll see you soon.
Keannu

Dear Photograph,
This wall held up my mother so many years ago, and now, we are back at her old home, once again, holding up each other.
Milena

Dear Photograph,
Missing you so much now this time of year. I can still hear your unmistakable laugh coming through this photograph. It’s almost like you are here with me now, floating on the fall breeze, blowing in the leaves. xoxo
Caitlin

Dear Photograph,
My mom and I use to antique shop at this church (now an antique shop) together for years before she passed away in 2010. She would tell me the story of how her sister Katy was married in this church back in the 1950’s. I found an old photograph and it was if i was transported back to that day that she spoke of. I am grateful she remembered to tell me her stories.
Amy

Dear Photograph,
My great-great grandfather rode through Middelburg, Netherlands and was known to all as the town butcher. Today, when the elderly ladies see his photo hanging on the lunchroom wall, they talk of how he would give them a piece of ham when ever they came into his store. I would love to walk back in time, right up to his counter, and have him give me a piece of ham…and advice.
Helen
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