I found these old photos in a free box on the sidewalk. The same man is in all the photos, but one looks to have been taken in the Forties (judging from the woman’s hair and dress) and the others some time in the Fifties.
The earlier photo is of the man and a woman who may be his first wife or his sister, though the two subjects don’t look enough alike to suggest that they’re siblings. But I’m not sure.
What really struck me about the later photo, though, is that they’re wedding photos of an interracial couple. In the 1950s. When my parents got married two decades later, interracial marriage was still very uncommon. I wonder what the story behind all the photos is – how did the man meet the woman who appears in the wedding photos? What did their families think? Where did they live? How did the photos end up on the street?
There’s something so joyous about these photos, but something so lonely and melancholy about finding them on the street.