my grandfather was really fond of photography. he lived from march 1932 to this past june; 83 strong years. to this day my family and I are still discovering pictures he had stashed in different briefcases, bags, and folders from many years ago; some only his eyes had seen. we’ve also found several cameras that not even my grandma knew he owned. she said he would buy a camera and hide it from her because she would get mad at him for purchasing yet another camera. oh, grandpa. i get you. i, too, am obsessed with different cameras.
grandma’s recent discovery were a few photos which she believes are from the 50s, meaning my grandfather was in his early twenties when these were taken. it makes me happy to be able to see what he saw when he was about the same age as I am today.
these two photos above are from a bridge that was placed temporarily after a massive flood destroyed the actual bridge that united the mexican-american border on our town.
you don’t know how grateful i am that he took these photos. they are amazing. they give me an opportunity to picture what it would’ve been like to live in those times. it’s almost like experiencing it. thank you so much grandpa.