Rest up… the holidays are coming.
(submitted by Melanie)
“The year was 1976. My mom had just come home with that fabulous perm, and, apparently, I asked to have the same done to my hair. I was three or four at the time, so I’ll have to take her word on that. I do, however remember the traumatic experience of having that fro cut off several days after this picture was taken, because I played in a sandbox too emphatically and my mother couldn’t comb through the tangled, sandy mess! This picture will always make me smile (while shaking my head). It shows just how tiny our immediate family was – just me and my mom, with dad behind the camera at his studio. It’s goofy, sure, but back then, it was just ‘us’.”
(submitted by Julie)
The museum was facing budget cuts.
(submitted by Mike)
“My grandparents immigrated to the U.S. from Switzerland. On a family trip back to their homeland, they posed for this photo in front of a glacier. Armed with ice picks and standing in the arms of a stranger dressed in a polar bear suit, the photo leaves just one question: What do polar bears have to do with Switzerland?”
(submitted by Tim)
Grandma & Grandpa were proud of their “close” family.
(submitted by Michelle)