Saturday, July 26, 2014

Sepia Saturday 238, 2014 July 26:South Street Seaport, New York City, circa 1900

I really liked this 1935 photograph of Broome Street in Manhattan  --- and I was sure I had the perfect photograph for this theme. I went through my uncharted photograph collection to no avail.  I really must do some organization of my collection!

South Street Seaport and Brooklyn Bridge, New York City


Courtesy of the Detroit Publishing Company Photograph Collection, Library of  Congress
My offering for this 238th Sepia Saturday is a circa 1900 photograph of South Street Seaport with the Brooklyn bridge as a backdrop.  Although I couldn't find the family photo for which I searched and searched, this picture put me in a mind of the life my McPherson/Burns family lived in New York City.   My great-great grandparents left New York City in 1850.  However, his brother-in-law Jabez Burns remained in the City.  In his early days after immigrating he made horse and wagon deliveries. By 1860, he was engrossed in the coffee trade, and became a well-known inventor of the Jabez Burns & Sons Coffee Roaster.Scenes like the one above would have been very familiar to him as one of his early jobs was to buy and transport loads of coffee from the ships in the moored in the harbor.

I also liked the variety of subject matter in  this photograph. Signs, horse drawn wagons, early automobiles,  dock workers and business men in suits, ships and riggings --- all give this photograph a sense of purpose and life. This area now houses the South Street Seaport Museum.

Now go "sign" in and see what our fellow Sepians have to offer in the way of signs, fellows with their hands in their pockets, or whatever takes their eye.


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 © Joan G. Hill, Roots'n'Leaves Publications 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Synopsis: 2014 July 20th

Over the past years, my Sunday Synopsis has taken many forms.  A whine sheet, a brag sheet, an endless ToDo List, and during the past five years, most valuable to me, a checking in time with myself to see where I'd been, where I was going, or if I was going anywhere.

Now it is time for the Sunday Synopsis to once again morph to another level -- perhaps just JGHs musings. This morning as I was writing in my journal, a thought or theme kept showing up.  I have always been a proponent of the concept that one should do what one loves.  In that, I have been fortunate.  I have really enjoyed every job I ever had, from flagging for my father's spray planes when I was 14 and 15, to life guarding and teaching swim lessons as a teenager.  I even enjoyed working at the WSU Audio-Visual Center when I was in college, even though the tediousness let my mind wander to places far away,which often got me into trouble).  I was thrilled to edit masuscripts for the Annals of Mathematical Statistics, and later excited to work for the State of Oregon's AFS.  Founding, owning and running our business, Industrial Counsulting Services, with my business partner was truly a wonderful experience that I value to this day.

As I was thinking about the the benefits of doing what you love, I realized that there is a corollary that is just as important  --  Enjoy That Which You Are Doing.  This was  like an epiphany for me.  So many times, I race through the day, checking off things to do, places to go, people to see, without ever stopping to enjoy the time I spend doing these every day occurrences.  So instead of dashing down to feed the fish, or peacocks -- and marking that off of my list,  I realized that I really enjoy feeding the fish and the peacocks.  I really enjoy writing in my journal, or even washing dishes.  So instead of just mindlessly charging through the day and checking things off of  my list, I am switching that mental gear to enjoy  that thing I am doing in that moment.  Now going grocery shopping is as much as an adventure as  taking Colldubh down to the lake and seeing our goose, duck, heron --and dog -- friends.  A simple change of perspective, enjoy that what you do.

I hope I keep remembering this epiphany.

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 © Joan G. Hill, Roots'n'Leaves Publications 


Thursday, July 17, 2014

Sepia Saturday 237, 2014 July 19: Irish Dancers, Klamath County Style



Alan chose this rather nice 1909 photograph which features in the Flickr stream of the National Archives of Norway. He noted that if one is of a theming disposition, you might want to go to the ballet, or the dancehall, or the theatre or anywhere you find lots of chiffon and over-dramatic poses.   I have some of those, but I kept going back to  a more simple life. So for this 237th Sepia Saturday offering, I present the following 1930 photo.






Fifth Grade Irish Dancers from Altamont Elemetary School, Klamath Falls, Oregon
May 7, 1930



To me, this has always been an interesting photo that was taken at the end of one phase of life and the beginning of another.  My mother, Ruth Sigford,  was the dark-haired girl, 2nd from the right.  At this time, my mother lived with her parents, her younger sister Gail, her older brother Clem, and one of her older twin sisters on what they called the "McQueen" place.  This was a nice little farm located a few miles southeast of Klamath Falls and a farm where they could grow or raise most of their food. 

My mother and aunt Gail told a number of stories about living at the McQueen place.  Evidently, during the Prohibition years liquor was "run" out of the McQueen place and both my mother and aunt remember the basement storage for jugs of whiskey.  I am sure that this was an irritant to my tea-totaling grandmother.   Mother and Gail were the youngest of the family, and they remembered snuggling in their upstairs bed,deep in the quilts that Grandma pieced, and enjoying the aroma of Grandma's fresh baked bread or biscuits, and sizzling bacon. It seems that the years at the McQueen place were good years for the Sigford family.  A welcome reprise from the difficult years after losing the only home they ever owned to fire, followed by several  years of subsistence farming only to be wiped out by a year with no rain.  Such was the life of dry-land farmers in the Klamath Basin.  

The family had had a good summer of 1925, when Grandpa with his team of horses worked on "rocking" the road from Agency Lake to Klamath Falls.  When they got back to Klamath Falls, Grandpa had enough money to get them situated onto the McQueen place. Grandma's life too must have been a bit easier as the children were older.  During this period she had time for luxury sewing and a number of doll quilts, rugs, and such were made for my mother and aunt Gail.  But all was not perfect.  My uncle Clem loved football, but they lived far enough from the high school so that he couldn't get to football practice.  According to his younger sisters, his life was ruined and he ran away  --- tho not far.  Grandpa found him the next day up, some twenty miles or so north,  near Algoma, where he had "hopped" a freight train.  Once Grandma's beloved Clemmie was back in the fold, she started lobbying for moving in town where Clemmie could play football -- and hopefully not run away again.

And so this picture taken at the end of the school year of 1930 marked the last year the Sigford family lived at the McQueen place.  They did move to town, and although the Wall Street Crash which occurred six months before had not yet affected this part of southern Oregon, everything would again change for my mother's family. The family would no longer live on a farm with chickens, a cow, and a garden. Work became hard to find.  My grandpa, nearing sixty years of age, could only find work at the CCC camps. Grandma depended on county assistance for food and clothes for her children.  Their lives, like so many others, spiraled downward into poverty. 

Seventy years later, on my mother's 80th birthday, our family threw yet another annual birthday bash for our mother, complete with skits by grandchildren and great grandchildren.  One of the acts, was a re-enactment of these Irish dancers of my mother's childhood. She laughed and told stories, and commented that our quick- homemade-makeshift costumes were not quite like the one she remembered.  However the circle was brought full close in the joy and laughter of the Irish jig.


Now twirl, leap, or tap on over and see what our fellow Sepians have for our entertainment. 




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 © Joan G. Hill, Roots'n'Leaves Publications