A Word From John
I started collecting lost photos after doing a project for my father. He was keeper of the Perkins family archives, storing several generations of family photos. A few years ago I set about scanning the entire archive, around 23,000 photos I think. I finished that project and gave him a copy of the complete archive. I sometimes ask him about some of those pictures (Who is this? When did that happen? Do you remember such-and-such happening?) but it bugs me that we don't know who a lot of the people are in the older photos.
I visit auctions, swapmeets, and thrift stores and I occasionally find photo albums or packets of photos from a few years back to over 100 years ago. It bugs me the same way as my family archive- so many memories, so much time, so much history lost, all these photos destined for...what, a dumpster in back of some anonymous junk store?
I started this project because I wanted to preserve what I could of the lives and memories of the people that took these photos.