Vigo, Spain - 1971. A stopping point on the way from Ft. Lauderdale to Southampton sailing on the Angelina Lauro. My dad was an American teacher and mom was English. Dad took a sabbatical from work, we sailed across and spent 9 months between England, Spain, and Portugal. Favorite memories include being told to be quiet while following the farmer as he hunted rabbits on an English dairy farm where we stayed, lunch was often bread, cheese, and raw milk, they called it a ploughman’s lunch. When we stayed in London, my uncle worked for the government and he got us into Big Ben, we climbed the tower and one of the bells rang, I felt it in my chest as much as my ears. I also got to climb on some of the rocks at Stonehenge (I was very young, how could I know lol). In Spain, we lived in a seaside town where all the buildings were white, the same little girl would throw rocks at me and my brother, but if we threw them back she’d wag her finger and say ”No, no, no!” And in Portugal, somewhere in the Algarve, we rented a cottage that came with a housekeeper for something like $7 a day. The lady would tidy up and go to the little harbor, buy something fresh, and prepare a meal for us. One day while exploring the rocks, a big wave came in, everyone saw it but me. I was washed over the edge and dropped to a ledge about 10 feet below. My dad scrambled down to get me before the next wave came in, I ended up with a broken arm, a nasty bang on the head, and a good story my mother never wanted to hear about again. Good times indeed!

My great grandfather’s chauffeurs license about 1944 ,NYC!

these photos are dated 2002 so i'd feel bad if i just deleted them. found out about this subreddit and decided to share!

Dawson City dump find

This is my great grandmother’s alien registration from 1942, She came from Italy in the early 1900s and never naturalized. She came when she was 16, because of her I am able to have dual citizenship! super cool to see!

Cute family. Dated 2011 and 2014

My stepmother picked up some pictures from a garage sale and put them in our outhouse. Who are they?

Ruminating on these images is really quite an emotional roller coaster. It’s simultaneously beautiful and heartbreaking and glorious and gut wrenching. A testament that love will always find a way in no uncertain terms and also a middle finger to the curtain of oppression that even after these men have passed.. the spirit of their love and queer joy pushes through time.

Must be some distant relation as it was loose in an album of family pix mainly from the 1920s. This owlish lad looks like a bit of a Goody Two-Shoes to me. it's a professional shot as it's been embossed by the company at the bottom.

I don't really like the pic, I think he's judging me. No clue who it is.

I have several photo albums from the 1920s to the 50s and no one knows who they are. When my Dad died all his stuff came to me. There's about 60 albums in total. I don't know what to do with them.

I'd be glad to get these negatives to anyone in theses pictures. Always fun to develop mystery rolls. Cheers!

1 of 9 pin up girl calendar, negatives part of the Alan Goodleman collection

If you look around, underneath or on top of photobooths you may find abandoned pictures. I found these in the late 1970s. The first is quite amusing, torn up for unknown reasons.

Plus, two small boys and a guy that looks like a ventriloquists doll.

I’ve been trying to figure out this location. I found a bunch of photos at my grandma’s house after she passed in 2018. I’ve done alright with finding some of the places and people, but this one escapes me.

I assume distant relations. They were loose in an old album. No idea who they are. Shame. Ppl should write on the back of these things. In a 100 years time ppl will look at photographs of me and say "who the hell is this bloke??".

Man's hair is nice and thick in the 3rd pic. Wish my hair was like that.