Crystal Springs, Mississippi, between 1900 and 1950, via Luther Hamilton Photograph Collection, Mississippi Department of Archives and History Commons on flickr.
The almost 1,000 photos in this collection were taken or collected by the Luther Myles Hamiltons — Sr. and Jr. — during the first half of the 20th century. They document life in and around the farm town of Crystal Springs.
Luther Sr. was a portraitist, and his pictures of the babies, children, and women on this page are lovely.
Many of the farm fields in the suburbs of Stuttgart are blue with rows of cabbages right now. I will try to get a photo before the harvest.
The stump of the newborn
dries in the crook of my arm.
I am the witch, cradling
the pale green head,
murmuring, “Little one,
you look good enough to eat.”
— Lisel Mueller, from “Found in the Cabbage Patch“
“Woman with dahlias,” ca. 1930, by Doris Ulmann, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
In this beautiful portrait of an older Appalachian women, you can just see her stand of dahlias behind her.
In the traditional language of flowers, the dahlia is usually said to represent dignity, sometimes elegance.
A well-to-do New Yorker, Doris Ulmann trained as an art photographer with Clarence H. White in the 1910s. In the 1920s, she began traveling to the southeast to photograph rural people, particularly in the hills of Kentucky and the Sea Islands of South Carolina — people “for whom life had not been a dance.” She also documented Appalachian folk arts and crafts, working with musician and folklorist John Jacob Niles.
This lady — probably in Finland, ca. 1900 — must have been really devoted to her bee hives to keep them so close to her open windows.
The photo is via Gallen-Kallelan Museo Commons on flickr, photographer unknown.
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Deare behold me, you shall see
Faith the Hive, and love the Bee,
Which doe bring.
Gaine and sting.
— Lady Mary Wroth
A little Monday morning prettiness. . .
The walk to the house from the flower garden at “Thornewood,” Lakewood, Washington, 1923, a hand-colored glass lantern slide by Frances Benjamin Johnston, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
The house was built between 1909 and 1911 for Chester and Anna Thorne — constructed partly from a 400-year-old Elizabethan manor house, which Chester purchased in England and had dismantled and shipped to Lakewood.
Thornewood’s over 30 acres of formal “English” gardens were designed by James Frederick Dawson and John Charles Olmsted of Olmsted Brothers from 1908 to 1913. They were originally cared for by 28 gardeners.
In 1926, House Beautiful magazine named Thornewood one of the five most beautiful formal gardens in America. In 1929, the Garden Club of America held its national convention there.
Today, the property still exists as the Thornewood Castle Inn and Gardens.
It is magnificent. It is what God would have done if he
had the money.
— [of a perfectly groomed estate] Noel Coward
“The property of M. [Raymond] Poincaré in Èze. The gardens and the main entrance of the house,” ca. 1914 – ca. 1918, photographer unknown, via the Université de Caen Basse-Normandie Commons on flickr.
Èze is located on the southeastern coast of France, not far from Nice. The Mediterranean was just beyond the railings above.
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Raymond Poincaré was President of France from 1913 to 1920. He had been both Prime Minister and Foreign Minister (simultaneously) during all of 1912.
. . . I decided this time not to go to Sampigny but to stay somewhere on the Mediterranean. After brief research, I rented, in the Alpes-Maritimes, at the foot of the small town of Saracen Eze-sur-Mer, a quiet villa, hidden in the pine trees. . . . [I]t has an incomparable view of the sea. By winning this early retirement, I am not unhappy to escape a little to the embrace of my job, but at least I have the impression that the state of Europe, while still unstable, allows me to breathe more freely. Peace seems restored in the Balkans. Our relations with all Powers are normal. Whatever the new influences acting on William II, France was determined not provide any pretext for war. It’s almost a feeling of rest and security I feel, when I’ll salute the French Riviera the spring of 1914.
— Raymond Poincaré, from his memoirs.
You can see an image of the long terrace of the house in April 1914 here.