It's possible that there's a photograph of a woman wearing the Victorian ensemble that's neatly folded in a box in my closet. (Based on the age, quality, and evidence of wear of the pieces, I figure it was worn by an upper-middle-class someone in the 1880s)
While spending a couple weeks with my parents, I saw a photo album for the first time with pictures of my great-great grandpanents, great-grandparents, and my grandpa's early years. (They were accompanied by a skeleton key to the family mausoleum in Brooklyn that has my last name stamped on the side. I should have taken pictures!)
|Hannah Ditzler Alspaugh (above) kept a detailed journal of the history of her clothing- including fabric swatches!|
But what struck me was the different relationship people had to photography than we do today. Then, the only way to have a photograph (mostly) was through the services of a professional.
My big question after looking at the album really is: why don't professional photographers wander around residential areas with carts drawn by large dogs any more? Because that would be sweet!