I have a lot of fond memories from my growing up years in suburban New York. Photographs have helped me recall many of these memories.
About four months ago, I was preparing for our bi-annual family reunion. My project was to design an album of family members to be auctioned as part of the reunion fundraisers. I looked through hundreds of Mom’s “shoebox photos” from the 1940’s and 1950’s and found forty or so pictures for the album. I carefully scanned each photo, chose the layout for each album page through an online service, completed and ordered the album online and received the finished photo book by mail in plenty of time for the reunion.
This by itself is reason enough to demonstrate why photos matter, but this article goes a step further.
While looking through Mom’s photos, I found one that I put aside. A few weeks later when I had some free time, I again retrieved the photo.
Here was a picture of Mom, my sisters and myself and a familiar face from the 1950’s.
I searched the Internet by googling “The Amoy”. One entry linked me to a postcard of the same Chinese junk that brought back even more memories.
Postcard caption: Chinese junk moored at Echo Bay (New Rochelle, N.Y.). As an aside: the Nilsons later moved their boat from Echo Bay to the Bronx along the Hutchinson River Parkway near the defunct Freedomland.
Photos matter to be because they help me reach back to memorable times of the past. They’re a constant reminder to me to take lots of pictures and show them to the world!
Written by Arnie Lee






