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Frank X Aceves Jr:
Gus was my maternal grandfather. I am Frankie Jr. I was nine when he passed away. His daughter, Melba Joan Aceves, was my mother and she went to be with the Lord on 9/4/2018. I remember meeting my grandfather a few times when our family drove to Florida from California. Sadly, I don't remember much. I do remember my mother cried a lot when he died. As his grandson, I am 64 years old, and I am in ill health with stage IV metastatic pancreatic cancer undergoing targeted immunotherapy. I am in Danville, California. I am writing this just to provide a little family info for any family or friends who might be interested. Gus' great grandchildren, my children, are Christopher Andrew Aceves and Sofia Colleen Aceves. Christopher moved to NYC in March of 2021 to pursue his career in musical theatre and Sofia graduated from UCSB in June of 2023. She currently works in my business as a marketing coordinator. I am a financial advisor with my own private practice.
I wish I got to know my grandfather better. I have many photos of him and I have the folded flag from his military funeral. May he rest in eternal peace.
Judas Chappell:
Charles Konieckzi was an amazing man. He was a great father, husband, and even grandfather. Charles had two children named Charles and Tony, twins, both going on to have multiple kids. Charles wouldnât meet his great grandchildren, but they honor him anyway, keeping him close in their hearts. Charles was a happy man with an average life. He argued with his wife and loved his boys dearly. Charles was the funniest man you could have met.
Brittany Harp:
My first love - We were just kids, reallyâyoung, unformed, and trying to figure out who we were. He was caught up in basketball, hanging out with his friends, and staying close to his mom, who lived right next door. I, on the other hand, was chasing something deeper, something more. But instead of finding it within myself, I searched for it in him. That pressureâon both of usâslowly made me insecure, and I unfairly put a lot of blame on him for things I didnât yet understand about myself.
After we broke up, I didnât know how to handle the pain of rejection. I lashed out. Even then, he still showed me a quiet kind of support, in his own way. A week before he was murdered, he called me late at night, crying. If you knew Matt, you know how rare that was. He always wore a half-smile and could turn any moment into a laugh. I canât even recall a time he was truly angry.
That night, his voice cracked as he told me he had done something awful. I thought maybe heâd been drinking. I tried to get him to open up, but all he said was, âTheyâre going to come for me.â He never told me what he meant. The next day, we went out to eat like nothing had happened. He smiled, laughedâacted like the call never happened. I still think about that day. Could I have done something? Could I have saved him?
A week later, Matt was shot and killed on the front porch of the home we once shared. The truth came out laterâhe had fired a shot at Johnâs house, and John retaliated. But anyone who knew Matt knows he wasnât that kind of person. He was pushed into it. John had stolen from him, and Mattâs own friends had started calling him soft. But I was there. I saw it all. Matt wasnât a vengeful person. When people hurt him, he usually just cut them off.
But this time was different. He was surrounded by people who fed into the worst parts of the situation. He got pulled into a mess that was never truly his. And no matter what anyone said, I donât think he saw a way out.
After his death, the pain didnât stop. People seem to forget, but Mattâs mother later died by suicide, and his stepfather overdosed not long after. His uncle Ronney was never the same. And me? I was left terrified and broken, carrying the weight of a loss I never really got to process.
Matt had such a bright soulâgone far too soon. I just wish I had one more day. Just one more moment for him to meet my son⊠and see the family that still carries a piece of him. Love you Matt!! Brittany Harp

Dee Rupenhoff:
Rose and Tony Zagarino - Rose is my grandmother. She worked in Millinery before marrying Anthony Zagarino. Fun Fact: Rose and Tony had the same birthday---September 24. He was born in 1910 and she was born in 1911. They had 4 daughters. She did beautiful knitting, sewing, and crocheting. Grandpa Tony loved baseball and was handy at building and fixing things.
Karen Mullenhoff Rupert (Judith Zagarino)
Barbara Waites:
CW4 Howard E. Morton was a son to Joe and Irene Morton. He was a former husband of Barbara Morton Waites. He was a father to James Clifton Farrar, Kimber Leigh Farrar, and Marla Michele Morton. He served in the Army for almost 27 years, and was killed in an Army plane crash on December 1, 1989, at the age of 47. He also served as a Texas Highway Patrolman from 1966 through 1968, before returning to the Army after his younger brother, Billy Wayne Morton, was killed Viet Nam. He was a very handsome man and well liked. He will always be remembered by those who loved him.
Claude Konqui:
respect to a very fine and gentle former pen- friend and friend - Radu Culici was my pen friend from Romania when we were around 14 y.o to 28. I met him later at my home in Switzerland as he was already living in the United States. Time passing and personalities changing while both becoming adults, we gradually lost sight of each other and I was very shocked and sad when I learnt he passed away at the early age of 46. Born in 1954, I am by now 70 and never forgot the freedom of thought (very courageous in Ceaucescu's Romania) and the gentleness of Radu. May he rest in peace. With all my respect to his family and relatives.
Pasquale Mele:
School - Daisy was a school mate during the years i attended school in Mt Vernon. Remember one time when we were young, I was being picked on by a bully in the school, for i was small for my age. She jumped in between us, and she was a tall girl and made him back down.
Many years later my cousins visited our church, the two girls had to use a rest room and stopped at a open establishment to use a restroom and happened to run into Daisy, they got to talking and the girls told her they were my cousins and she said to make sure they tell me they were asking about me, and she was wondering what ever happened to me because i left when i was a junior in high school and moved to florida
Lizzy Canedy:
This is a portrait of my great-grandmother Eva Alice Canedy (nee Call). She was William Floyd Canedy's mother. I don't know much about her as my grandfather didn't know much either but she's a lovely looking woman who died far too young.
I was lucky enough to this photo negative, which itself was a copy made of the daguerreotype in the 1980s, in my family's collection. Even luckier to have a transparent media adapter attachment of a flatbed scanner. This is perhaps the first time this photo has been viewed in almost 40 years, and I'm happy to get to share it with the world.
Lizzy Canedy:
tagged Eva Alice (Call) Canedy in this photo.
