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Meet my grandparents, Bert and Mildred. Both of them were born and raised on farms in Kansas. Both moved to and met in Long Beach, California. I grew up spending my summers at their home in Pasadena. I have such great memories of swimming at the swim club down the street. I spent a lot of time in their kitchen listening to coffee percolate, eating basted eggs and bacon (crisp), stuffing myself with cherry tomatoes from my grandpa’s garden and smashing silly putty over the funny pages so I could stretch and distort the images. If you need a visual, go no further than Don and Betty Draper’s kitchen. The similarities give me chills every time I watch Mad Men.
My grandmother passed away December of 2007 at the age of 95. Three weeks later, at the age of 97, my grandfather followed her. I am very lucky to have had them in my life. And also very lucky that I made it to an age where I could really appreciate them. I have to give a special shout out to my grandmother who left behind photographs like these. Just as much as I love the images, I love her inscriptions on the back. They are uniquely *her*.
So now I’m going to nag you. If you haven’t already, make sure that you get your images off of your computer and into books or albums. Try to include a little blurb with them as well. your grand-kids will thank you some day.

  • Cheryl Hurd - I miss my amazing grandparents (Bert and Mildred) SO much…ReplyCancel

  • Cheryl Robinson-Hurd - I miss Bert and Mildred too as they were my grandparents even before Trish was born. These photos make me feel like I saw them just a moment ago. I will never get over the loss of them. They shaped my life.ReplyCancel

  • Calin C. - Stunning work! Excellent portrait photography. Thanks for sharing with us your photos.ReplyCancel

  • Becky - I saw a fridge magnet the other day that said “Living with a German builds character.”

    I thought that pretty much summed up all of our “characters” and they way her personality influenced the family culture.

    I miss them a lot.ReplyCancel

  • Shannon Hartson - Trish, I love this blog post. Your memory in your thoughtful words takes me right there. I lost my grandma this year and I feel like I’m ready to scavenger through that old box of photos now.ReplyCancel

  • Carolyn Robinson - Thanks for posting these pictures of Mom and Dad. Your Grandma
    would probably say, “these are terrible pictures of me.” You
    caught them in old age as beautiful as they were. I will always
    cherish the pictures you took of them.ReplyCancel

  • dina marie - Trishy,
    These photos are ALL *incredible*ReplyCancel

  • Cheri Gray - I’m working on it…still have 2 old cookie tins full of pictures I have to scan then it’s on to the books!ReplyCancel

  • Ken Piercy - Trish: Your work is superb…..and your photos of my dear Aunt and Uncle are haunting to me. Bert was like a 2nd dad to me…..had me in tow from toddlerhood on fishing trips and family gatherings from my earliest memories. It would be difficult for me to articulate just how much he meant to me personally….i just wouldn’t be able to explain it to anyone. I was especially troubled about not being able to attend his funeral service because of my own mother’s concurrent health crisis. So, though he is no longer accessible to me in this life, the photos are comforting. And very very stylishly done!! Keep up the good work. By the way, the photo of you on the stairs with Gracie?…….you ARE a Piercy…..you know that, don’t you? Best Always, Ken PiercyReplyCancel

  • Robyn - Love these! One of my favorite ad headlines from an HP Printer ad: “Mommies don’t let your babies grow up to be JPEGS”ReplyCancel

  • Rosie - there are so special! and yes I think you’ve convinced me I need to go and print out a whole bunch of my pictures.ReplyCancel

  • Danielle - Absolutely love this!!!ReplyCancel

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