What an exciting plus for the genealogist or family historian to come upon photographs of ancestors!
A story recently published in the Charlotte Observer displayed this iconic 1908 photo by Lewis Hine and told the story behind the discovery of her identity. The unknown girl looking out of the Lincolnton Textile Mill window was identified by author and historian, Joe Manning, who spent 5 years going through the Hine portfolio and identifying those in the photos. The steps he took to discover this particular girl’s identity are interesting, but I wanted to highlight the final piece to the puzzle:
Manning took [pictures of a possible match for the little girl as an adult] to Maureen Taylor, a face-recognition expert he’d relied on in the past. Taylor, called the nation’s foremost historical photo detective by the Wall Street Journal, said the faces matched perfectly.
How many unidentified photos are lying around in boxes in your attic or closet? Bring them out and show them to relatives to help with the ID process. Always try to document who is who in photos so later on, when YOU are not around to identify them, they won’t be unknown and thrown away. And if you’re really stumped, ask Maureen Taylor for help!
For more information on historian Joe Manning’s search for the identity of the girl in the Lewis Hine photo, go to www.eightsteeples.com/blanton1.html.
Original story found here
P is for Parkee, her photograph and poetry.
I didn’t know my husband’s grandmother, “Parkee” (Clara Horne Park), so I appreciate getting to know her through this lovely photo of her with her son, Gordon, and through her poetry:
“I love poetry–for the feeling of bigness in the world that it reveals…for the imagination it stirs within me…I love every poet who inspires the feeling of greatness within me–who fires my determination to excel. I am a better person for having been able to share another’s thought, to catch his heartbeat in his creation…I love poetry for the lift it gives me toward the infinite.”
["Inspiration : Intro to Poetry of Clara Horne.]
Poverty By Clara “Parkee” Park I know they say it’s poverty; It may be, of a kind; I haven’t much that looks like wealth, But I don’t seem to mind. For roses bloom around my door, And far as I can see Trees and flowers are everywhere And robins sing to me. And one day as I wrote my lines I had a taste of bliss. A child peeked in my open door And wafted me a kiss. And I can hear and laugh and feel And think and talk and see And walk a mile of highland, so– It can’t be poverty.
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge 2014