Friday, May 17, 2013

Photo Friday: School Photos Edition

Good morning!

Today's photos are more from my mom's side of the family. Remember the willowly blonde from Cape Cod, my grandmother Hazel? Here are some of her school photos, which are about as Orphan Annie, Sunday comics adorable as any I've seen from the time period:


Look at those sparkling eyes and that little grin! The doubled Peter Pan collar! A stone cold cutie if there ever was one.

Do you recall much about taking school photos as a kid? I remember being herded in my elementary school classroom once a year, into the cafetorium that had been set up as a makeshift photography studio, and lining up in alphabetical order. There always seemed to be a million people in the front half of the alphabet, so I would be usually second to last, trying to visually trace which cord went to which huge light fixture and watching my classmates grimace and grin in front of the guy from Jostens (he had some weird name, I really think it might have been Mr. Smiley or Mr. Happy, like something out of a serial killer movie) with his enormous, pre-digital camera.


Which, in turn, made me wonder about what taking these photos in 1920's Cambridge, Massachusetts must have been like. My grandmother, who had a story she wrote about a temptress with "large, violet eyes"  printed in the high school corner section of the local newspaper, was an extremely bookish little girl, who loved rollerskating and reading in the attic of her grandparents house on a hill overlooking the Cape. Her mother had died of pneumonia when she was nine, and she and her younger brother Charles went to live with her mother's people, while her fisherman father was out on his boat. When I was little, she would tell me about living in an old, shingled, three story house with her Grandma and Grandpa Hill, her beloved Uncle Ted, her Aunt Pinky, and their several other grown-but-still-living-at-home children. Isn't it weird, how even in a recession you don't hear much about grown children, married or not, moving back in with their parents? It's common practice in Europe for kids to end up staying in the family home and contributing to the household well into adulthood, and this arrangement seemed extremely ordinary to my grandma both then and at the time. Naming off her relatives was another time that her Yankee accent seemed to creep into her voice, so it was always interesting to hear her tell stories about Massachusetts cousins and kin.


I read several biographies of Bette Davis, in which she mentioned that her divorced mother Ruth supported the family by opening up a photography business, in which she took, among many others, all the photos for Bette's senior class. Two hours south, at much the same time period, my own grandmother would have been sitting in front of  a photographer's lens, maybe in a set up like this one, smiling that close-mouthed, winning smile she features in these photos. A little gal, mostly legs and knees and tow-headed page boy hair cut at that point, never having been to Tennessee, never having dreamed she would spend most of her life a thousand miles away from the same sea she could probably hear outside the studio.


This is the most recent and close-up photo of my grandma, Hazel, in the lot of them, maybe in early high school? See how her hair's darkened a bit, and what a PRINT on that blouse! It always weirds me out to think of moments in time when anything could have happened, in the seconds and minutes and hours after a photo was taken. She might have walked out of the frame of this photo, out onto the street, and been recruited by a local department store as a clothes model, for her irregular height and good posture. Maybe she would have met a local boy that afternoon in town, and started going steady, never dating Jimmy, so never working at the bus station, and in turn never meeting my Tennessee grandad. Anything! I'm glad it turned out the way it did, so I could be here today, but sometimes I get the kind of mesmerized you do from staring too long at your own pupils in a bathroom mirror as a kid from thinking about the past as a solid, non-static point, and not as a general, vague thing that's already happened. Photography! It's like witchcraft, folks.

So! Do you have any photos in your family collection that make you think about the time and place and circumstances in which they were taken? Any great school pictures of your parents or grandparents either looking their best or worst? Let's talk!

That's all for this week, kiddos. I'll see you right back here next week for more vintage ramblings! Til then.

10 comments:

  1. How splendidly special! Family photos - anyone's - appeal to me so much, both as a history lover and as my family's (hobbyist) genealogist. I have a scan of a photo of my maternal grandma and the rest of her class one (grade school) year around the end of the 1930s, but that's the only such family photo I have so far. I'd love to find others at some point.

    ♥ Jessica

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    1. I L-O-V-E old class photos, so you can imagine how excited I was to find some of a person to whom I'm actually related! I bet the little clothes in that photo you mentioned are amazing, not to mention the tiny, serious faces of thirties' children.

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  2. She's gorgeous. :) My grandma is a darker complected, dark haired beauty who was (strangely) rather blonde as a child. Those photos always freaked me out a bit when I was younger since it's just so hard to imagine her blonde!

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    1. Thanks! And isn't that funny about your grandma's hair making an about face from blonde to dark! I love seeing how the genes traveled from one member of my immediate family to another. Of my two eldest uncles on my mom's side, one's completely blond, with freckles and the whole deal-- the other has coal black hair and a dark complexion! One takes exactly after my grandma, and the other exactly after my granddaddy. It makes me wonder what my kids will look like some day!

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  3. These are some of my favorite photos of our Grandma. There's so much of our mom's face in hers and you can really see it in these photos! They're so beautiful and tell a silent story of their own. On that note, I absolutely adore your storytelling abilities (as always). I could read your writing all day long. Thanks for sharing these! <3

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    1. Thanks, Sus! I was amazed when I saw the last one. I think I'd seen the first two or three grade school ones of grandma and her brother Charles, but how about the early high school one! And the blouse!

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  4. I have the prom photo of my mom and dad, probably from about 1957? They both look very spiffy, and I love it so.

    I love these pictures of your grandmother, she looks very much like members of my own family. We are all shorties though-unfortunately!

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    1. Oh, neat! 1957 prom...what a good year to get to go to a formal dance, those dresses.

      And thanks about my grandma! It's so strange looking at the very young pictures of her, because while they look just like her, it seems impossible that she was ever so tiny.

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  5. I am lucky to have a few photos of my parents when they were young, living in small farming villages in Yugoslavia in the 1920's. I am amazed that any even exist. My mom tells me a traveling photographer visited the villages every so often, and if you had the money and time, you got your portrait taken! Amazes me every time I think of a wagon and the people that traveled, everyday, to perhaps make some money, not knowing that in the year 2013 a person in Michigan, USA would gaze at these treasures and dream of the era in which they were taken. Even further back, my mother in law has photos from the 1880s and 1890s of her great grandparents in Moscow. They were artisans that created gold leafing on the ceilings and walls of many buildings. Also she had great grand uncles and aunts that were missionaries in Africa who later were killed for their missionary work. AMAZING. What is even more amazing is how the photographs survived WWI, WWII and were given to American soldiers to pack up and ship when my mother in law, her parents and sister went on another ship from Estonia to Germany after WWII! AMAZING!

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    1. What a great story, Vivian! The traveling photographer in a Yugoslavian village...can you imagine all the kinds of photos he took? A totally different world, then. I love the idea of those photos traveling through the generations and through some pretty incredible odds to still be in your family's care all these years later.

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