With a face like that it's obvious why I've dubbed him the "heartbreaker." I imagine it was one of those hot summer days. He was home on leave, and everyone gathered in the back yard for a little barbecue. But whose heart did he break? Hers'? Or the person snapping the pictures?
There's something about the way he looks at the camera that tells me that perhaps there was a chemistry between him and the photographer.
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No, the good looking bride and groom seen here are not my grandparents, and the photographs I'm about to show you aren't family heirlooms from my hope chest. This is the story of a couple I have never met and could only hope to know. I believe these pictures tell the taboo tale of love and courage that a young black man and his wife endured in 1950s America. I say "I believe" because these pictures only give me a brief snapshot of a single day in history of the lives of these young lovers. These images only tell a part of the story, and I am left to draw upon what I see to fill in the rest of the details.
On Saturday morning I woke up and somehow after watching an episode of Antique Roadshow I got it in my head that it was time for me to start a vintage photo collection. So I headed out to the antique district on Lorain Avenue. One of the first stops I made was a popular local second hand store called Suite Lorain. I typically only peruse vintage stores because while I find the merchandise interesting and fun, I'm not big on dragging a whole bunch of really old tacky junk home with me. But today I was on a mission and I was bound to come home with a pile of photographs.
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