Legacy Stories
The farm before the highway, Nonna’s sauce, the summer Grandpa finally learned to swim: give the memories only you carry a book of their own.
Nothing to figure out. One thing to do at a time.
Add a photo or a few words for each person, then tell us the memory and where it happened.
Choose the drawing style. We write the story, and you change anything you like before any page of your book is painted.
We paint the cover and two pages so you can see your book first. Then the whole book is drawn.
No account needed. You only pay once you’ve seen a preview of your book.
A finished example
Told by Grandma Ruth, for Mia
Page 3
Papa rows, Pepper rides at the bow, and Mama waves from the dock.
Page 6
No fish all morning. Papa shares his sandwich, and a lesson.
Page 8
The line pulls hard. Ruthie reels in her biggest fish ever, then lets it go.
“Patience is just love that waits.”
What a legacy book can hold
Start with one memory, or braid a few together.
The day, the place and the small details, just as you remember them.
The recipes, rituals and holidays that make your family yours.
What you learned along the way, told in words a child can hold.
A grandparent, a parent, a sibling, a best friend.
A finished book to read together, again and again.
Example books
Invented families, real-feeling pages: see how a memory turns into a story.
“I was ten, and the lake was the biggest thing I’d ever seen,” said Grandpa Joe. Amara swung her feet over the dock. “Bigger than you are now?” He laughed. “That summer, it was.”
The Summer Grandpa Learned to Swim
Legacy Stories
A grandfather finally learns to swim at the lake, and tells his granddaughter all about it.
Nonna never measured anything. “A handful of this, a pinch of that, and a song,” she said, “or the sauce can tell.” Luca sang the loudest song he knew.
Nonna’s Sunday Sauce
Legacy Stories
A Sunday recipe nobody ever measured, handed down with a song to her grandson.
“I was ten, and the lake was the biggest thing I’d ever seen,” said Grandpa Joe. Amara swung her feet over the dock. “Bigger than you are now?” He laughed. “That summer, it was.”
The Summer Grandpa Learned to SwimNonna never measured anything. “A handful of this, a pinch of that, and a song,” she said, “or the sauce can tell.” Luca sang the loudest song he knew.
Nonna’s Sunday SauceSwipe to see more
Photos are optional. If you add some, they stay private to you.
Who in your family tells the best stories?
