20 Photos That Make Beautiful Moments Of The Past Come To Life!
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One day Taylor Jones from Canada was going through the old photos from his family archives and found a picture of his younger brother at the table. Taylor noted that he is now sitting at the same table, and the kitchen has not changed, only the baby from the picture became an adult. Taylor combined the old picture with a new environment and photographed it.
Taylor came up with the idea to create a small blog for friends, where they could share such pictures, on which the past meets the future and which are so dear to the heart!
Thus the blog “Dear picture” was created. Here each picture conveys the most tender and touching stories and brings you back to the time when your mother could relieve any pain, and when everybody was happy without realizing it.
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…
Our Once Upon A Time began on Feb 16th, 2013…I remember this moment like it was yesterday. Beautiful, sunny day walking on the beach enjoying each others company. What would happen next, marked the beginning of an adventure I have always wanted to take and a story that we will forever hold dear to my hearts. This picture of a picture (taken exactly one year later in 2014), to us, is worth MORE than a thousand words.
A girl who believes in “Happily Ever After”
There’s no place like home.
Can you tell him to turn around? I wanna see that cute little baby face again.
I’ll always remember my first fish.
I was astounded, but I hadn’t had time to consider what I was seeing.
Life seemed so simple in the days of black and white. You were father of four daughters and loving it. But time has a way of changing. The car is gone, the dog is gone and you have been gone seven years now. The only thing that is remaining are the mountains that you loved and the memories we hold near and dear to our hearts. Loving and missing you still, your four daughters.
Till we meet again. – Clydene
In 1979, six years before I was born, my grandparents went on a holiday with their friends in London, England. Thirty four years later, I moved to London and now live fifteen minutes from where this photo was taken. At first, I had no idea what my grandad was looking at until we went to take this photograph and then I realized he was looking directly at the Tower Bridge.
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.
Though I am taller than you now, I look up to you still as I did nearly twenty years ago.
There will never be an age that I don’t need my mom…or her hand to hold. Love then, love now, love always,
I miss having this shoulder to lean on.
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.
I’m so proud my boys childhood dreams were made of bravery, honor and valor. Fifteen years later, dreams really do come true.
Thank you for everything we had.
When my brothers thought they were too cool to play with their little sister, Granny was my favorite playmate, teacher and friend. For 24 years she led me on so many colourful adventures through the garden of life and I followed her footsteps everywhere. Even though she isn’t here anymore to play, I know she will be there waiting for me around the next corner to guide me, just like always, as I try to find myself a new path without her. I miss her ….everyday.
For one brief moment, this murky little duck pond became the most beautiful place on earth.
This Valentine’s Day, just like every other day, I know my dear Dad is here at his favourite beach where I grew up. This is his final resting place and I know he is forever and always by my Mum’s side…together again.
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.
This is when I still had hair and my brother pooped himself. We were happy, but we didn’t know it.