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.


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.

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. 

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…

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

Dear Photograph,
Almost 50 years later and I have not lived more than 5 miles from this exact spot.

Dear Photograph,
My parents were married in the living room of my grandparents house in Albany, NY, on April 7, 1932. The wedding photos were taken on the front lawn, and include a portion of the house next door. After having been in the family for 100 years, I sold that home yesterday, just a couple of weeks shy of the 80th anniversary of their wedding. Since both of my parents are gone, I wanted to involve them in some way for a few last reflections around the property before headed to the closing.

Dear Photograph,
Trafalgar Square 50 years ago and my Granny never looked happier! If my house was burning down, this would be the one possession I would be desperate to save. I miss so many things about my Granny but most of all I miss her beautiful smile. 
Dear Photograph,
My Mom was onto something with all her planting, I can see that now. When things get rough, find a little piece of earth and hold on. There is beauty to be had in the end.
Love, Allison
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