Skip to main content

Postcard A Happy Easter To You

This Easter card to Mabel Shipley is dated March 27, 1910, which was a year, one month and a few weeks before her death on May 8, 1911, a month short of her 12th birthday. I hadn't surmised as much until tonight while sorting things and coming across them again. There are cards for Easter, Valentine's Day, Christmas and birthdays among the many. Previous searches hadn't shown anything for the sisters as Mabel's Find-A-Grave memorial wasn't added until late 2020 and I've had these cards for a quite a few years. 

One birthday card confirms their birthday was June 22nd (1899) and another confirms Marian's married name as Mrs. Leo Cornell, which really helped matters. I don't know how to feel about the fact that this poor little girl died and I have some of her last possessions that her twin or some other family member obviously kept for the remainder of their life. Since I bought them at an estate in the 2010s it had to have been a relative or a collector. If I recall, they were all bunched together and I added them to the folder. Either way, I might have to take a trip out to Forest Hill Cemetery in Ann Arbor one of these days to visit her worn little stone. Marian lived until 1987.

I believe that Jennie was the older sister of the twins but don't quote me on that. As you can see from the obverse, the family seems to have been living in Dexter at the time.

More cards from the collection will follow.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A Dudley Randall Poem in Milestone 2

I bought this Milestone 2 poetry Magazine at a Livonia estate sale this week. Milestone was the literary publication of Wayne (State) University and this second issue dates to 1949. While I don't recognize most of the names, Dudley Randall was both a nationally known poet and the librarian for the Wayne County General Hospital at Eloise via the Wayne County Library System. The poem featured is The Southern Road which was a revised version of the completed poem from 1948 that h as a handful or two of word differences between the two.  I don't know if Randall edited the poem for later collected works editions or earlier but this link features it in its likely final form in 2009. Neither version particularly enchants me but the block print in the magazine is an added bonus.

A Cabinet Card of a Dead Man Lying in Repose From Wayne Photographer Susan Doolittle

The City of Wayne, Michigan was not a large village at the turn of the 20th century so it stands to reason that there wasn't a glut of photographers practicing their trade there. As such, the 3 cabinet cards and carte de visites that I own represents roughly a quarter of the early ones.  Considering that the wives of Frank Hickok and William Corlett, first Village President of Wayne, took over after Frank's death in 1892 the list grows smaller beyond those two families. Had I snagged the Doolittle dead man cabinet card I'd be even that much more Wayne-rich in photographs. Speaking of Susan Doolittle, of whom I have learned very little about, it is interesting to note that Wayne had three women photographers in an era oft dominated by men in that very field. This photograph of a corpse is a startling example of her work. 

Frederick Soop: Not An Equal Opportunity Restraunteer

Detroit Free Press , March 28, 1890 If you don't want to hear a racist tale of a suburban namesake then close your eyes now.  As early as 1876 Frederick Soop had left his Belleville farm once again, having done a stint at the Hawkins House in Ypsilanti during the Civil War and the City Hotel in Detroit thereafter, and ventured off to Chatham, Ontario to run the Rutley Hotel , which was conducted as a Temperance House.  Detroit Free Press , August 17, 1879 In 1879 he was searching for a good restaurant or small hotel to operate. Eventually he ended up on Washington Avenue near State Street running a dining hall which he ran until around 1890. Detroit Free Press , April 16, 1890 It was in 1888 when the aforementioned racial incident occurred at his dining establishment. It was then that William H. Haynes, a black doctor, sat down with his former classmate S. W. Barkwell for dinner. The men ordered but when the food was served none was placed before Mr. Haynes who, ironically, ha...