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April 18, 2008


Don't let your number of comments fool you -- I read your blog everyday nearly (and many others) and hardly ever comment.

O.M.G.....Claribel! TFF! Anyway - so "Pearl's" real name was Mary (no middle name I take it?)? Makes it confusing for tracing back, doesn't it? Aunt Della's real name was Sarah Adelia. Not that you'll find that listed anywhere (like on her grave stone) (or her obit). Anyhoo...where's the recipes?! Hrumph!

I'm sure more than five or six people read you. We just forget to comment sometimes. I love the unsmiling old photos. I think it was something like a rule that you don't smile for photos. Or something like that. I asked my mom once when I was a kid, but I forget what she said.

They're probably not being dour on purpose. The exposure times for cameras in the 1800s were really, really long (ten minutes or more). And it's difficult to hold the same smile for that amount of time.

Adele: That makes a lot of sense. Who wants to hold a smile for 10 long minutes? Only the deranged.

Mary: Maybe there wasn't anything to smile about in the 1800s.

Sally: Sorry to fake you out. There was a reason, but I won't bore you with the details. I'll bore you with them next week.

Jane: Thanks for commenting!! Typepad tells me how many people really visit, but the number has been going steadily down ever since the weather got nice. It's hard to compete with sunshine.

I don't tend to spend that much time on the Internet on weekends. I'm either dial-up or hike to the library, which I do Sunday afternoons and I'm doing now.

But I do look in most other days.

I've an aunt named Claire, except it was really Clara, and everybody, except her commanding officer, called Doll, including her father and the General she was secretary to in the occupation of Japan.

You're so lucky Tammy to have all that information about your families. And you're forgiven for the lack of recipe - your running comment about the snapping of the picture more than makes up for it :)

Long exposure times? Here I thought the natives were concerned that their souls would be taken.

Or, perhaps they were just hungry for breakfast. Afterall, the albumen print process was all the rage back in the day...


Tim: Egg whites, salt, and silver, huh? Yummy. All I know is that this picture is remarkably detailed and has held up unbelievably well over time. A quality process, whatever it was. (P.S. I didn't know you were still reading me!)

Inne: I am lucky, but it did taking some digging to get all these photos. And lots of threats.

ntsc: I didn't mean to guilt trip you guys. I'm just happy anyone reads me at all!

My wife (younger than me by 20 years!) grew up dirt-poor in Appalachia. She was lucky enough to find me, though. Now she is a registered nurse, a caberet performer and a small business owner (laser hair removal).

Appalachia is a beautiful region of our country (at least parts of it are) but anyone who saw "Coal Miner's Daughter" knows it's better to get out while you're young.

My wife is certainly glad she did.

DocChuck: I'm sure she counts her blessings everyday that she found you. And I'll bet she makes a mean possum!

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