Photographers Who Bring Families Into Focus I am continually inspired and grateful to the women in my life who continue this tradition of preservation and remembrance. Sharing family stories is one way of filling in the gaps about our past that are often excluded from recorded history. Photographs, memory, and oral traditions have tremendous value in humanizing the experiences of our ancestors. Black women have often taken the responsibility of remembering and passing down family histories. My family albums hold pictures from my great-great-grandmother Delma Floyd-Pulce, passed down to her daughter, and eventually passed down to me. The census records, obituaries, and slave schedules that I’ve gathered through my research were all enough to trace my lineage, but family photos were fundamental in making me feel connected to my relatives. Family photographs have the power to evoke memories and emotions and are a glimpse into a shared past. There is much to gain from sitting with the photos passed down in your family and acknowledging the beauty and intention behind every shot.
Each one tells a different story and adds pieces to the puzzle of my life. The content of my family’s photos is vast, ranging from family functions, graduations, BBQs, birthdays, anniversaries, and recitals. It takes great skill and care to be the family photographer, an eye I hope to develop. Before I began seriously tracing my lineage, I never took the time to sit with the albums that my family collected and admire the artistry of these photos. While looking at family members in pictures, I often found myself wondering: “What were they like?”, “How are we similar?”, and “What was it like to live fifty years ago?" Asking questions like these helped me feel closer to the people in these photographs and helped to contextualize their lives within my own. I found the time spent with these family photos to be meditative and a great opportunity for reflection. Not only is my curiosity with my family’s history rooted in my lack of knowledge, it is also driven by wanting to understand where my life overlaps with my ancestors.’ Spending time remembering and imagining the lives of those closest to us gave me a new motivation for genealogy research. It took us hours to go through all the dusty pictures, putting names to faces, laughing about memories, and holding space for those who are no longer with us. After coming home from college during a break, I asked my mom to help me go through them. The home that I grew up in had boxes and boxes of photos stacked high in the basement. In the beginning stages of my journey, I didn’t have much to start with. I falsely believed that African-American family histories were nearly impossible to discover due to the intentional separation of families during slavery and our exclusion from the federal census until 1870 after Emancipation. My journey started with a location: Cotton Plant, Arkansas. A small town where my maternal grandmother’s family left for Chicago during the Great Migration. I had heard a few family stories, but my interest came from the seemingly hundreds of pictures that my family had collected over the years but rarely talked about. My interest in my family’s history and genealogy has grown within the past few years. I come from a tiny family and have always wanted to know more about who and where I come from. Taking some time to look back at these memories with loved ones can help spark inspiration and fill in the missing parts of our pasts. The family photos of Black women photographers, such as Carrie Mae Weems and Latoya Ruby Fraizer, help validate and enlighten the artistry within ourselves and our ancestors.
Family photos hold a unique space within our personal histories and contemporary art.
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