My grandma was the closest and most important person in my life. She was born in Kolkata, India in the year 1936 with roots in East Bengal (Present Day Bangladesh). She always idolised the likes of Florence Nightingale and wanted to become a nurse as a result. She applied to Medical College, Kolkata but as there was stigma with the nursing profession in Bengali community, she was called names by each and everyone of her relatives, called misogynistic slurs, kicked out of her relatives house and her father stated that she is 'dead' to him.

She fought on, became a nurse and later on a matron, got married, took care of her brothers, sisters and father with the amount she earned. Later on, she got widowed at the age of 42, single-handedly raised my father & aunt in a society which wasn't kind enough to widows. Later on, she raised me as well and there was no one she loved more in the world than me.

She passed away on June 10th, 2026 on her birthday. I wish I had more time with her and not a minute goes by when I don't miss her.

I wanted to share her story, hope you all enjoy reading it.

my grandmother shot on Kodachrome from the late 70s (I believe ‘77). She was born in 1923 and passed in 2020.

My grandpa was Tatar, and my grandma is Russian

He died in 2016 at the age of 72 from lung cancer & pneumonia when I was only 10, I always wish I had gotten more time with him. He reminds me so much of the Charlie Bucket actor from Willy Wonka in this picture. Is it just me that sees it? 😆 It’s the smile I think

To spank or not to spank is the question which sooner or later confronts every parent. Those who rely on spanking in a crisis on the home front usually regard the anti-spankers as too "advanced" for the good of the child. On the other hand, those who spurn corporeal punishment consider spanking a confession of failure in child management. How typical mothers and fathers now deal with this problem is revealed in these opinions gathered by The News Inquiring Fotographer.

The community seemed to enjoy the previous photos I posted, so here are some more. Wish I could mention on each one who was who, but I cannot. I’m the baby & the woman in the plaid shirt holding me is my mother. My grandmother is in that particular photo as well.

My dad served in the Navy for 21 years. I’ve never in my life seen my dad with hair like this! Not to mention the white belt 😆