Photography

Like Father, Like Son

These photos of Gerald Hardin and his son Greg were taken in early 1958. 

It is comforting to know that we are not alone in our journey. Our parents, grandparents, great-grandparents and great-great grandparents were all here before us doing the very things we're stressing out about today.

Perhaps times were different, but deep down we're all still the same. We owe them a debt of gratitude for blazing the trails before us. They built dreams and memories that we'll share with the next generations. 

That's really what life is all about, isn't it?

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Hardin Babies

The Hardin family welcomed the first Hardin baby of the next generation last Friday, so it seemed fitting that this week's Family Friday post should be about Hardin babies. 

Jonathan's father, Gregory Gerald Hardin. 

Jonathan's father, Gregory Gerald Hardin. 

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Gregory Gerald Hardin

Jonathan's grandfather, Gerald Dayton Harden, with his great-grandparents Dayton and Elzie Harden. Elzie would later divorce Dayton and change Gerald's name to Hardin.

Jonathan's grandfather, Gerald Dayton Harden, with his great-grandparents Dayton and Elzie Harden. Elzie would later divorce Dayton and change Gerald's name to Hardin.

Gerald Dayton (right) with his Grandfather Cooper and cousin.

Gerald Dayton (right) with his Grandfather Cooper and cousin.

Jonathan Gregory Hardin and his great-grandfather Clovis Yates. 

Jonathan Gregory Hardin and his great-grandfather Clovis Yates. 

Haze Dayton Hardin was born on Friday, November 7 at 12:44 p.m. He weighed 7 lbs. Isn't he perfect?

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Proud Daddy Anthony and Uncle Jonathan. 

Proud Daddy Anthony and Uncle Jonathan. 

The two generations of first-born Hardin men. Pretty cool stuff!

The two generations of first-born Hardin men. Pretty cool stuff!

My Grandfather's WWII Helmet

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My grandfather, William Andrew Cannon, around 1942.

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On October 24, 1942, my grandfather William Andrew Cannon enlisted in the Air Force at Camp Shelby in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. He would become a pilot based out of Foggia, Italy during the war. During his time in Italy, he met my grandmother on the Isle of Capri. They married in December 1945 and moved to Meridian, Mississippi in 1946. They would eventually move back in Italy in 1955, where they lived until he retired from government service in March 1990. They moved to Booneville, Mississippi later than year. 

On October 25, 2014 (72 years and a day after my grandfather first enlisted), a man named Grant sent me a message through the G&J website. He owns an Ebay store called Circa1941 that specializes in WWII helmets and other military gear. He had purchased a helmet with the name Cannon written on the inside along with the serial number 4357. A quick search of this website told him the helmet belonged to my grandfather. Another quick internet search led him to Gerald & Joan and the blog posts I've written about my grandfather. We connected a few days later, and he offered to send us the helmet as a gift. My grandfather passed away on February 28, 2002, so being reconnected to him in this way is a true gift that means a great deal to our family, especially my grandmother. 

There have been times over the past two years that I've wondered what I'm doing with this blog. It has really become more of a family history/photo preservation blog, and while it provides inspiration for my work, it doesn't really do much for my business. When Grant emailed me, I was reminded why I started this business and this blog -- Through my work, I wanted to tell stories, preserve history and share memories. Because of this blog, we were reunited with a piece of our family's history and we're able to honor my grandfather's memory. If that isn't Gerald & Joan in a nutshell, I don't know what is.

Thank you, Grant, for this wonderful gift.

 

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My grandfather, Lt. William A. Cannon, is at the bottom left. 

My grandfather, Lt. William A. Cannon, is at the bottom left. 

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Update: My dad with the helmet!

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Lauren's First Halloween and Long Distance Memories

Perhaps the most memorable Halloween of my life to date was my sister Lauren's first Halloween. I have blurry memories of those days.

My sister was barely a month old, and somehow my mother had time to make costumes. We were bunnies.

Me and Lauren on October 31, 1986.

Me and Lauren on October 31, 1986.

The cat and her two bunnies. Here she was showing off Lauren's pom-pom tail!

The cat and her two bunnies. Here she was showing off Lauren's pom-pom tail!

Shortly before Lauren was born, my grandma Joan came to stay with us for several weeks. I remember sitting together in the kitchen on Lauren's birthday before we went to the hospital to see her for the very first time. I was eating Goldfish crackers that she brought from California out of my favorite red bowl. I can still see those crackers in the bowl after all these years, and I can hear her telling me it was almost time to go meet Lauren.

My grandma Joan and her granddaughters. 

My grandma Joan and her granddaughters. 

As you can see, we loved having her with us. Now that I'm an adult, I realize just how difficult it must have been for her to be away from her house, her dog, her job and her life for that many weeks. It's funny how time does change our perspectives about some things. 

Long faces (and whatever face I was making) as my grandma prepared to leave us to return home to California. She sure was dressed nicely for that long flight from London to LAX!

Long faces (and whatever face I was making) as my grandma prepared to leave us to return home to California. She sure was dressed nicely for that long flight from London to LAX!

I'm pretty sure she was telling me to be nice to my sister and help my mommy. 

I'm pretty sure she was telling me to be nice to my sister and help my mommy. 

In the days before Skype and the Internet, London and Los Angeles felt like different worlds. Visits were never long enough, and all of the cards and presents that were mailed lovingly back and forth across the Atlantic couldn't replace the feeling that existed when we were all in one place. It was a little easier once we moved to the States, but long distance phone calls were still expensive. During the last years of her life, she purchased a Gateway computer and we were able to enjoy using Internet messengers (specifically ICQ and Yahoo Messenger) and email to talk back and forth. I still find myself wondering what she'd think about iPhones, Skype and FaceTime. She would have loved being able to connect with us, but she probably would have hated seeing herself. I must have inherited that trait from her. 

What are your favorite Halloween memories?