Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Tidelands Panarama
This, to me, is a fascinating photograph. I found this 180 degree panaramic print in two pieces (and found the pieces 3 years apart) in the same antique mall in Long Beach, California. This store has a lot of photographs of early Long Beach and the surrounding vicinity, which (along with the San Pedro Harbor) looks nothing today like it did years ago. Massive amounts of land reclamation now accommodate ports that load a gazillion containers from massive ships every day. I don't know for sure that this is a local (to Long Beach) scene, but I suspect it is.
Below, I've digitally cut the pan up into three pieces so you can get a better view:
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Rich School, Poor School
In the same antiques store, on the same day, I found these two mounted photographs, which from the clothing appear to come from about the same time period, but which show quite a contrast. First, the poor school:
And now the rich school. Everything from the quality of the clothes and the shoes (or lack thereof!) to the children's expressions, to the backing board that the photos are mounted on highlight the class disparity. Unfortunately, I have no information on where these schools were, nor any of the names of the children.
On the off-chance that some reader might recognize an ancestor, here are higher resolution crops of all the faces.
And now the rich school. Everything from the quality of the clothes and the shoes (or lack thereof!) to the children's expressions, to the backing board that the photos are mounted on highlight the class disparity. Unfortunately, I have no information on where these schools were, nor any of the names of the children.
On the off-chance that some reader might recognize an ancestor, here are higher resolution crops of all the faces.
Monday, March 6, 2017
Sunday, March 5, 2017
Life at Moriards Hotel
This photo has been a bit of a challenge, to be sure. It appears to be a hotel or boarding house in the late 1800s, and there's no accompanying information as to where it is.
What struck me, though, was that for such an evidently popular place, there didn't seem to be a sign advertising the place, not even anything in the windows. As I stared at a very high-resolution scan of the print, I realized, though, that there was some writing present: the blank area between the first and second floor windows on the front seems to be a slightly brighter white, and there is evidence of very, very faint writing. So I re-loaded the image into Photoshop and started to work at enhancing the area. The results are on the right.
The difficulty is in making out the first letter. Discounting the first letter for the moment, there are at least five variations that are legitimate names: Boriards, Goriards, Horiards, Moriards, Poriards. Based on what I can discern of the first letter, my money is on Horiards or Moriards, and I'm favoring the latter.
What struck me, though, was that for such an evidently popular place, there didn't seem to be a sign advertising the place, not even anything in the windows. As I stared at a very high-resolution scan of the print, I realized, though, that there was some writing present: the blank area between the first and second floor windows on the front seems to be a slightly brighter white, and there is evidence of very, very faint writing. So I re-loaded the image into Photoshop and started to work at enhancing the area. The results are on the right.
The difficulty is in making out the first letter. Discounting the first letter for the moment, there are at least five variations that are legitimate names: Boriards, Goriards, Horiards, Moriards, Poriards. Based on what I can discern of the first letter, my money is on Horiards or Moriards, and I'm favoring the latter.
Friday, March 3, 2017
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Mabel and Irene's Buggy Ride
Behind this very handsome horse ride Mavel and Irene. Hand-written on the back of the photo is this: "Mabel and Irene at the soldier's camp early in the morning." Unfortunately, which camp this would be is forever lost.
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