Three pairs of shoes: the infant novelty, leather teether booties and the trashed soft soles my son learned to walk in. A black and white photo of me at an air show when I was five. Our wall dedicated to “the working man”: Zach’s father at the marble quarry and my father welding. Original art of friends and strangers we admire. Vintage postcards from the trip to Europe with my mother. Everything that hangs on the walls of our home tells a story, ignites a memory or just looks beautiful. The passion we feel for collecting, preserving and displaying our own families history makes it a pleasure to do the same for others through custom framing.
May 17, 2011