Photography

Woman and Child

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Carte de visite, 4 x 2 1/2 inches, H. Eilmann, Flensburg.

At first glance, I thought this woman looked dead. She certainly looks odd. I think part of it is the paleness of her irises. The curling of her hands also seemed strange, but after looking at other portraits from that time, it’s clear that this was a common pose for women. Even so, the position of her left arm, behind the girl, seems stiff and awkward. It’s not a conventionally “pretty” portrait, but I think it’s an interesting one.

Genealogy, Photography

Great Grandma Nell

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Nell (Basquille) Thompson, Atlanta GA, circa 1930

I stayed home sick today. I still feel kind of crappy, but I managed to get another eight letters transcribed, so it wasn’t a total loss. I also have a pot of vegetable soup cooking that I plan to add dumplings to. It smells amazing. I should work on NaNoWriMo, so that I don’t get behind, but I’m not sure I feel like it. A nap is sounding good, though.

WWII Letters

WWII Letters

I’ve been working on putting together a mini-website for the letters I got from my aunt. I’m conflicted about them. On the one hand, they’re an amazing little time capsule from World War II, but on the other, there’s a lot of racist language in them that I’m not comfortable with perpetuating. I think, though, that the letters’ historical value outweighs the racism (and other -isms I’m sure I’ll encounter as I work on transcribing them).

I also have trouble with the glorification of killing and the military industrial complex, so it’s difficult for me to warm up to “characters” who inhabit that world. I believe deeply in the importance of pacifism; war is never the answer. And so, the whole project is problematic for me for a whole lot of reasons. That doesn’t mean I don’t think it’s worthwhile, though.

War Letters

At this point, my plan is to just transcribe the letters. I don’t think I’ll scan them and put the images online, though I do want to include any items contained in the envelopes (photos, newspaper clippings, etc.).

Photography

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Once upon a time, we lived in an old farmhouse in Rushville. We just rented the house. The farm itself was run by an old guy named Henry. Henry had a grey horse that I found absolutely irresistible. I remember getting up in the mornings, dressing myself, and running outside to stand on the fence, so that I could pet the horse and feed him an apple or carrot.