The man and I dressed in black tie for the fiftieth anniversary gala for LIFE magazine. Here we are with the great Zemog, one of my fellow reporters at the magazine. In this photo, I am a newlywed, only two months married.
In my mom's final year, my son elected to spend spring break with his grandmother. Here, he was helping her do her morning exercise of walking to the end of the hall and back. How the roles had changed. He was so good with her, and she with him.
I ran across this oldie again, me at age eighteen, the year I left Jamaica to attend college in New York City, where I would henceforth live, part of the chain of relatives sponsored by my Aunt Winnie, who was the first to migrate to America in the 1947. She, and our family, are the Orange Man's nightmare.
Aunt Winnie, the year she left Jamaica and settled in New York City. She was twenty-nine years old, an adventurer.
What amazing pictures! You and your family embody the American Dream, regardless of what the Orange Man says.
ReplyDeleteI think that being the Orange One's nightmare is probably the most wonderful thing in the world you could be.
ReplyDeleteYour family is absolutely MY idea of what this country should be. How could anyone ever look at these pictures and see all of the beauty and determination and strength and love and brilliance and not think, "Yeah. That's it. Right there."
You and your man were absolutely on-fire glowing.
I've enjoyed these photos so much. You - a much better looking eighteen than I , you- looking more confident as well. Lovely family, from good stock! There is a hefty measure of love evident, and that makes all the difference in the world.
ReplyDeleteThere is love and strength and inspiration to be drawn from spending time looking closely at these family photos. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteYou don't look any different today than you did at 18, except your hair is cut closer to your head. You look like your aunt too. And your son, he's a good one. Good parents.
ReplyDeleteI agree that there is probably no greater honor than being the Orange Disgrace's nightmare ... but the truth is, he doesn't deserve such a *beautiful* (inside and out) nightmare. Lovely photos.
ReplyDeleteAll so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI love the picture of you at 18. You look so wise and mature. I’m guessing you are an old soul.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful old photos. I love all of them but most especially the one of your son helping his grandmother. Such compassion always.
ReplyDeletethat picture of your son with your mother is so full of love. as for the Orange One, he and his ilk are despicable.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you Aunt Winnie for making it possible for this wonderful writer and blogger to come to NY!
ReplyDeleteThere is such a richness to these family pictures, such depth, and when you give us the background it makes them even richer.
ReplyDeleteI find it very moving to hear of children who have helped take care of their parents or grandparents. Many kids do not have the maturity or empathy to be able to do that.