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Dee Burris Blakley ([personal profile] dee_burris) wrote2011-02-05 06:55 pm
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Sometimes, things just haunt you...

It was in a box of miscellany at a flea market. I have a hard time resisting those boxes.


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Unknown date and location.

I think it must have been a child's funeral procession.

(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Haunting and heartbreaking. If you enlarge it can you see any of the names on the existing tombstones?

Margel

[identity profile] dee-burris.livejournal.com 2011-02-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
The stone closest to them (left in the photo) has the name Max and a death date with year 1911. But that's all I can see.

(Anonymous) 2011-02-06 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This is a fabulous picture - sad, but fabulous. It sums up in one photo one of the hardships of early life in America. Too bad the date and place is unknown. Thanks for sharing it.

[identity profile] sttatus-quo.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
The death toll was so high in those days. Would you place this in the 1920s?

I remember finding a similar coffin in the attic of a general store in Centre, Alabama when I was really young. This was one of those stores that sold notions, horse collars, leather straps, motor oil, hoop cheese on the counter, and pretty much everything you'd need if you lived on a farm and didn't want to go into the big town. There were old and dust-ridden coffins of all sizes except adult.

It made me stop/ be solemn in the midst of sneaking around where I wasn't supposed to be. It's a sharp memory even now.

[identity profile] dee-burris.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
I think that's a good guesstimate for the time period, especially when you look at the clothing.

I always wonder how such deeply personal and meaningful photos get away from families and wind up in a dusty box of hodge-podge mementos.

[identity profile] sttatus-quo.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
It looks like the clothes my father wore in the 1920s, the ladies hats could be from that time or the 30s. I'm trying to see if it's southern. I don't see a pine tree anywhere.

I think that they get lost as overwhelmed relatives just throw things in boxes for the estate sale. I doubt that my son would know what to do with the pictures I have from before 1960. I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do with them really since I no longer know who half the people are and anyone that could tell me is dead. My family was good about writing in pencil on the back of photographs, though.

I've got to sit down and have a chat with the boy about what he thinks he might want. 53 seems young to have this talk but you never know. :-/

[identity profile] dee-burris.livejournal.com 2011-02-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Nods...

I am trying to get mine down to a science. My son, my sister, and a very dear friend all know that the red flash drive has all the legal stuff on it, and the black flash drive has all the genealogy stuff on it, which includes stuff about 5 families not related to me...