Coop's Corner: Social Media

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Social Media - 1882

It was different back then...but not all that much.

Christmas Day, 1881. My great great grandmother Lydia Hulburt gave this to her daughter Harriet (Hattie) whom had turned 16 years old only 4 days before. Mother Lydia was almost 45.

I'm guessing that young Arthur from Sparta, Wisconsin mistakenly wrote the year as 1881....it was only January 7th and I'll bet that for 7 days he'd been mistakenly using the wrong date on every check that he wrote.

A Merry Christmas wish from Hattie's little sister Luella, almost 9 years old.

Check out this penmanship from Hattie's teacher....her 13 year old sister Emily with another Christmas wish.

That same 1881 Christmas, another holiday wish from her younger sister Julia Alona Hulburt.

Wonderful sentiments all from sisters, friends, teachers, etc. This entry is the most important one however. A young A. W. Cooper, a friend 2 years her senior wrote, "Place one link in memory's chain for if we part we may never meet again."

Five years later, they were man and wife.

Hattie at 38 years old......

Albert at 40 years old....

Lydia at 75, her daughter Hattie at 45, Hattie's daughter Josie at 22 and Hattie's granddaughter Pearl at 16 months.

Albert at 54, Hattie at 52, my grandfather Allen at 21, Josie 30 and Lorence 15

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redlegsridesNovember 15, 2017 at 9:41 PM
That's a great memory keepsake!
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motormikeNovember 16, 2017 at 5:49 PM
.. fashion leaders all.... especially Hattie at 38.. she's a hot chick.. and I do mean hot, what with undergarments (plural, I'm sure).. dress, heavy overcoat, various dead gritter's and a stylist hat.
and I read somewhere, people never smiled for the camera until around 1900's.
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Speed BumpNovember 16, 2017 at 5:59 PM
Love the pictures..Mike say's I should have the hat...thanks for sharing.
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David MasseNovember 17, 2017 at 2:45 PM
Very touching Doug.

I know a lot less about my ancestry. My great grandfather was a blacksmith in a place called Roxton Falls. I have a sketch of a genealogy going back to my great-grandparents, but that's about all.

1882 seems like a long time ago, but it isn't really.

I sometimes think along these lines: I had to request a law school transcript this week. I graduated from law school 38 years ago. Seems not that long ago really. I then imagine myself back in law school say 40 years ago, and think back 40 years earlier than that. That would make it 1937. The 25 year-old me in 1977 didn't even think that 1937 was even remotely relevant in human terms when I was studying a dusty 1937 Supreme Court ruling. It was just so, so, so long ago.

Really, I now realize the error of my ways. If 1977 is recent, then 1937 was only slightly less so.

1882, clearly they had photography! Hell that's modern times.
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TrobairitzNovember 18, 2017 at 3:05 PM
Now that is pretty darn cool. I remember autograph books, think I even had one way back in the day. the autograph books and photo albums are like lost art.

How great that your family still had these gems. Thanks you for sharing.
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"it was auspicious to approach any situation from a deferential, inquisitive place. Conceding that there is much to learn is the best blueprint for discovering something new." ----B. Fuller

The Man straightened stiffly above the block of salt fixed to the stake and looked at the young cattle ringed about him. The pasture was holding out well and the stock was looking good. This bunch would be ready to sell in another month, maybe sooner if the market was right.

A stir among the cattle down near the river brought him round to face the swinging bridge he'd built years before. Someone was coming toward him from the bridge. Someone in breeches, but it didn't look like a man, somehow. What was a woman doing in his pasture this time of night?

He bent over the salt again; maybe if he paid her no heed she'd go on past and let him mind his own business. He heard her footsteps come nearer and stop. "Good evening," she said.

Her voice was smooth with book learning but friendlier than most, and somehow almost shy. When he made no answer she went on, "I've been sitting on your swinging bridge....I thought I'd like to say thank-you...." Her voice stumbled a little, then she tried once more.

"You are Mr. ____". His name sounded strange in her voice, but she went on to tell her own.

"That's what they've called me the last sixty-eight years," he said, looking past her face to the hills fast darkening under a single star. "I reckon the woods are free for those that like to walk there."

The unfamiliar voice laughed a little. "That's what Emerson said: the grove belongs to the man who walks in it with an open heart....On that basis I guess I've owned part of your woods for a good many years.....". She made a final effort. "I've always wanted to thank you....."

Something deeply hidden stirred in him. "There's a stump up there, in the notch of the woods", he said slowly, "that before the timber grew so tall you could stand on it and see all over this country."

He kept still a minute, remembering, then, "I used to stand up there an' look at things, an' wonder how they come to be like they was, an' how the hills was created, an' all the things in Nature.... I told my wife I guessed all the religion I ever had I got standin' on that old stump, a-wonderin'..." He turned his face away from her.

She helped him out. "I know about that, a little. This afternoon I saw......." Her account of a thing she had really taken time to look at eased him, and he answered with telling of the badger den at the foot of the swinging bridge.

When she had gone, he turned to watch her. After a moment she stood clear and unmoving against the sky. You could hear the sounds of the river where she stood. She was one that could stand still long enough, he thought, really to hear what a body was saying, or a river.

Then she walked down the farther side of the slope and was gone. ------Margaret Snyder from A Chosen Valley

Fall was the end of harvest, end of the growing season, a burst of color and sun-warmth before killing frost turned the land gray and cold. Fall was a moody time, full of both life and death, a time when we were reminded of the power outside of us, reminded that the seasons happen to us. We do not invite the change to come.-------Ben Logan, from The Land Remembers

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the lifeboats for the darker times, when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes or should have been all along, what would you do if you knew you only had one day, or one week, or one month to live. What lifeboat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? ------- Ben Tyler

We were also cautioned about journeying far from home. As an example of the dangers, the town had a badly crippled lady named Lucy, who as a girl had traveled to New York City. As she traveled along a sidewalk, sightseeing, she was struck by the outstretched hand of a suicide who had leapt from high above. Her spine had been shattered and for the rest of her life, she was to walk bent forward at the waist, tapping the sidewalk with two black canes. Whenever the subject of travel to a big city was raised, someone would say, "Just remember what happened to Miss Tripp." ---- Ted Kooser, from Local Wonders

"Steamboats are like wedding cakes without the complications...." ----Mark Twain

"It's not about having lots of money, it's about having lots of options......." -----Chris Rock

As the very proud father of three former ponytail wearers, hopefully I can get away with this....."For the past few years it's been fashionable for young women to wear ball caps and to snap the strap on the back under their ponytails. I like the looks of that, their shiny ponytails jauntily swinging, but it's hard not to think of the rear ends of horses. There's a piece of harness called the crupper that goes just under a horse's tail to keep its nose down. If the horse lifts its head to look for a way out of whatever predicament it's in, the crupper tightens and hurts the horse. But it's foolish for parents to think that a ball cap might keep a young woman from running away. Anybody can see they're made for running." ------Ted Kooser, Local Wonders

"I tell the guy's girlfriend that the only difference between the book's main character Phaedrus and myself is that I am neither brilliant, tortured or insane, she looks at my bike and there is an uncomfortable silence." --------ahendepe (a.k.a. Vermin)