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19th century American women
Jun. 30th, 2007 11:18 pmWhile preparing for the family reunion I have been digging through the boxes of material that my grandmother had sequestered. The beauty of having read the genealogies and taken time is that now I have cognition of aspects I could not see when I first gathered all the photos and documents.
I have four photos of my great-grandparents' house, as they added more features to it, and as they added a playground for their grandkids. I have a photo of my great grandfather's lumber yard where the workers are wearing smocks with his name printed on them, and the horses are pulling loads of wood in wagons with iron wheels. I have photos of the other side of the family, with cousins and nieces and nephews whom I can now name despite the lack of any captions. And a lot of photos of beautiful women.
Okay, all women are beautiful (and men, too), but nowadays we've got nothing quite like the finery of detailing on the black blouses, skirts, and dresses they wore over a century ago.
I have four photos of my great-grandparents' house, as they added more features to it, and as they added a playground for their grandkids. I have a photo of my great grandfather's lumber yard where the workers are wearing smocks with his name printed on them, and the horses are pulling loads of wood in wagons with iron wheels. I have photos of the other side of the family, with cousins and nieces and nephews whom I can now name despite the lack of any captions. And a lot of photos of beautiful women.
Okay, all women are beautiful (and men, too), but nowadays we've got nothing quite like the finery of detailing on the black blouses, skirts, and dresses they wore over a century ago.
