The Sunday porch: Iowa view

Dubuque Iowa, J. Vachon, Library of CongressView from front porch of house on the bluff, Dubuque, Iowa, April 1940, by John Vachon, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

Dubuque is located along the Mississippi River, at the junction of Iowa, Illinois, and Wisconsin. It is Iowa’s oldest city and one of the few with hills.

At the time of the photo, mill working was an important industry in Dubuque. Vachon, on assignment in Iowa for the U.S. Farm Security Administration, wrote home, “This is the biggest sash mill and door center in the U.S. Little things fly around and get in your eye all day. Lots of smoke too.”

He may have taken this photo on April 18, when he wrote again, “Today was a good day. I walked miles and climbed awfully steep hills and got terribly tired.”

The Sunday porch: curls

A repeat porch from October 2013. . .
The Sunday porch/enclos*ure: 1940 Kentucky farmhouse, by John Vachon, Library of CongressNicholas County, Kentucky, November 1940, by John Vachon, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

What frills attached to such a simple farmhouse and yard.

The Sunday porch/enclos*ure: 1940 Kentucky farmhouse, by John Vachon, Library of Congress

Her dress goes with the house and her curls with the porch.

Life in gardens: Lincoln, Nebraska

Lincoln, Nebraska, Library of CongressSmall park in Lincoln, Nebraska, 1942, by John Vachon for the U.S. Farm Security Administration, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

The winter garden: Greene County

Farmhouse window, John Vachon, Library of Congress“Plants in window of farm home. Greene County, Iowa,” 1940, by John Vachon, via Library of Congress Photographs Division.

The pleasure of working outside is only matched by the pleasure of dreaming inside.

Tyler Whittle

The Sunday porch: South Dakota

South Dakota, 1940, J. Vachon, Library of CongressPierre, South Dakota, 1940, by John Vachon, via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

— Christina Rossetti, from “In the bleak midwinter