This is another one of the found photos from the bag. This is taken in Hawaii. That is my grandfather on the right. At first, I thought that this sailor was particularly tall. It turns out that my grandfather was particularly short. When I mentioned the picture, my Mom knew who the sailor was. My grandfather owned a bar and restaurant in Chinatown in Honolulu. It was frequented by many a sailor. I never knew my grandparents. My grandmother died when my mother was 10. My grandfather died before I was born. I only know them through the many photographs I have seen and stories I have heard.
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i would love to have such old photos of my family...you are very lucky. it's a wonderful photograph.
What a nostalgic, lovely photograph! Chinatown in Honolulu is still such a treasure trove...there are many indie art galleries and boutiques springing up. I'm sure your grandfather would be very proud :)
thanks! i have plenty more to share in the future. grace, my mom has plenty of stories about growing up in honolulu. my sister lives there as well as that entire side of my family.
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