My great-grandmother’s maiden name was Beeckman – not the more fashionable Beekman,[1] as in Beekman Place – a name which enjoyed something of a vogue around the turn of the last century, in the person of my..
Continue readingPhiladelphia, Sunday, 4 December 1864: One week to-day since our precious brother[2] died – died to earth with..
Continue reading →Many of the vernacular photos I’ve bought in the last few months have no information about the sitter – sometimes the subject is identified by a nickname, such as “Stinky.” I recently bought an intriguing image of a man (apparently) dancing,..
Continue reading →I recently bought a striking pair of photographs by White Studio of New York. The first was sold as showing an attractive couple dancing, but when I received it I could see that one partner was identified: Mrs. E. B...
Continue reading →61 Bowdoin Street, Boston, Wednesday, 9 November 1864: The great election-day passed off without..
Continue reading →Americans tend to reject the notion of operating within a “social class” structure, although it is sometimes easier to see ourselves as “better than” one person as opposed to..
Continue reading →[Author’s note: This series, on Mrs. Gray’s reading habits, began here.]
After a summer holiday in Manchester, the Grays [1] were back in Boston. The engagement of a family friend reminded..Continue reading →Certain diaries, and their authors, become short-hand for a time and place: Samuel Pepys’s diary of seventeenth-century London, for example, or Anne Frank’s diary..
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