Tag Sales and Snow

Last weekend I went out to Connecticut to help my mom put together her booth for the 1st ever ASID of CT Interior Design tag sale.  Loads of designers either consigned furniture or had tables displaying their wares for cash/credit and carry sales.  I inventoried Mom’s couple hundred of hand painted tiles, boxed them up, and brought them to Christ Church in Greenwich.

Our booth at the Tag Sale

DigThisBird's little section of our booth

Prints and Chickens

I have a feeling the sale would have been a lot more successful if the weather gods hadn’t decided that we should get 6″ of snow, 2 days before Halloween.  Nevertheless, it was great to get out and about with other designers!

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More Boys in Dresses

All my posts so far have been about my father’s side of the family.  Maybe it’s because I’m living in New York now, in what used to be a very German area, that I feel a particular connection to my old German family.  But I realize I’ve been neglecting some other quality family photos that come from my mother’s side of the family.

Example:

Great Granddad and Yale Drama

The dashing fellow in the center was my Great Grandfather, Robert Chesterfield, looking very serious indeed in his cast photo.  I have no clue what play this was for, but clearly being at Yale ca. 1900 meant that it called for men to dress up like women.

Those are some BAD wigs.

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Family Business

After helping my mother this past week with her “family” business, I thought it would be a good time to show you a different, older, family business:

Osceola Grocery in The Bronx

Great Grandfather August was first generation American, after his father August and his mother Elise immigrated from northern Germany in the early 1860s.  Growing up, he spent some time in Osceola, Nebraska, with his uncle, living in a sod house.  This lovely old New York grocery store was where you can now find yourself stuck in god-awful traffic on the Major Deegan Parkway in the South Bronx.

153 Lincoln Ave may now be a heating and sprinkler company, but the original building and window molding is still there…

So glad that every where you go in New York you can still find little remnants of Old New York.

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The Unknowns

There are two photos from Grandma Anna’s collection that truly stand out, but have no identification.  They are two old photos on metal plates of a girl and boy probably around 10.  After reading descriptions of old methods of photography on A.J Morris’ Site, I’m guessing that they’re tin-types.  But I don’t know if they’re from Germany or New York. All I know is it’s later than the 1860s.

The little boy could be my great-grandfather August or his brother William, who was born in Princeton, NJ in the 1860s.  His parents, August and Elise, emigrated from Oldenburg in 1861, and settled down in NJ.  When my great-grandfather was 7, Elise died from diabetes, according to the Hudson NJ medical records.  The 1880 Federal Census shows that they had another German immigrant, Bertha Schon, living with them as a servant.  I imagine she probably did most of the upbringing.  Great great grandfather August was a grocer.

If the other picture is August or Henry, then I fancy that this picture is their younger sister Agnes.  Those are some serious ears.

I do wish there were names on these mysteries.

 

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Last Hurrah of Summer

This past summer has been my first summer doing, essentially, nothing.  In past years I’ve always had a job, or coursework, or some other summer activity, to keep me incredibly busy.  This year has been 100% self-motivated, which was both a blessing and a curse.  Whatever the outcome, Boyfriend and I spent Labor Day weekend with one of my sisters at her Hamptons house, desperately clinging to the last vestiges of summer.  I’m still not ready to take off my summer pink nail polish, or to give up my sun-bleached strawberry blonde hair.

Despite the calendar, the views around us insisted it was fall.  Yesterday we drove out to Montauk Point to watch the surfers and enjoy a last trip to the beach.  Boyfriend, as usual, sat away from the sand (“but I don’t let getting sandy and salty!” he whines) while I got my jeans wet and searched for shells along the waters edge.

Hurricane Irene brought autumn to the East End far too early.  Driving along Montauk Highway, trees were brown and dead-looking from the salt water influx.  There will be no gentle golden descent into autumn this year.

The beach was littered with seaweed, mussels, and washed up crabs.  I was surprised to find a blue crab and a lobster, both victims of the storm surge from last weekend.

Seeing all these washed up creatures made me a little maudlin.  Eventually Boyfriend and I continued along our usual route of walking along the boulder terrace that protects the lighthouse from erosion.  When the tide is coming in and the surf is good, it’s a great spot to eat lunch and watch the surfers go.

There are almost always a few fishermen trying to get dinner for the night.

Dead pine trees overwhelm the few living ones in the shadow of the lighthouse.  It’s amazing Irene didn’t take them out.

So last night was a slow return to reality on the Jitney, and today is a slap in the face reminder that summer is gone- rainy and grey in New York.  More old family photos tomorrow if I get all my errands done now that I’m back in the city…

 

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When Boys Looked Like Girls…

I don’t really know the story behind this one.  I know my great uncle Gus (August) is on the right.  He was 2 years older than my Grandpa Robert (both grandfathers were actually named Robert), and 5 when this picture was taken in 1900.  My grandfather was 3, and apparently got dressed like a girl.  The back of the photo simply says “Dad and Gus”, which I assume my grandmother wrote on it before she gave it to my dad.

I wish I knew why it was printed on an angle…

They were both born in New York.  I have written down that my grandfather was baptized at St. Anne’s Church, on E 140th in the South Bronx.  The church is still there, though the address is listed as being on St. Ann’s Avenue, and it’s apparently Episcopalian, which is surprising since my very German family was all either Lutheran or Dutch Reform back in the day.  As always, there’s more to be learned.

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School Girl days

 

Dad’s mom Anna Adeline grew up in The Bronx.  If she were still around she’d be 111 this year- we have big generation gaps in my family.

Grandma Anna liked to mark herself in old photos… possibly just in case she forgot.  Clearly, she’s the one with the blue pen mark.  I love the giant bow sticking out from behind her head, as well as the squinting eyes I managed to inherit from her.  And the glares.  Almost NONE of these kids want to be in this photo!

It’s nice to see that classic Old New York diversity in this picture that you always see in movies that take place in turn-of-the-century New York.  Certainly northern European, as my grandma lived in a German area, but it’s not as homogenous as many areas can be today.  Can anyone tell me what ethnicity the girl standing second from the left is?  I’m intrigued by her clothes and have to assume she’s not northern European.  And I love the intensity in her eyes.

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Old Family Photos 2

My Dad’s side of the family German.  Like, really German.  So this gets in the way of figuring out old family photos, since I don’t read German.  Yes, this is something I should fix.  I should also, apparently, learn to read German from the 1890s, because I haven’t met anyone who reads German today that can actually decode the handwriting of my Great Grandmother Dororthea.

Family scuttlebutt is that the Burfeindts, which was her maiden name, were at one point part of the royal family based around Stade/Oldenburg, and G.Grandma’s family was disinherited due to her mother or other ancestor marrying beneath their class.  This could be absolute bunk, but it’s a nice family story, no?

Anyway, she wrote all her notes on photos in German.  Her handwriting is ILLEGIBLE.  Woman was out to give a headache to her great granddaughter. THANKS.  So this photo is either of her sister Adele, who was born in Stade in 1873, or of Adele’s daughter Agatha, who was born in California a little before 1900, in the coffee shop they owned.

From the clothes, etc, I’d say it was taken in the 1920/30s.  So the question- does this woman look like she’s in her mid 20/30s, or her 40/50s?  Grandma said this is Aunt Adele, but part of me thinks Agatha…

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