Tag: vintage photos

  • The Mysterious Boston Boy Captain

    Identifying people in antique photos of ancestors–then finding their stories–can present fun history challenges.

    As my family’s armchair history detective, I became curious about the boy in this photo.

    Who was he? How could he have been a captain at such a young age? What happened to him?

    The photo was mixed up with miscellaneous photos from my attic. At first, I wasn’t sure which family line he even came from. So I decided to try combining family records with internet tools to get my answers.

    I checked for clues on the back of the photo, and found these notes written in ink:

    Capt. W.B. Piper, E.H.S Go Fi 1st Bat BSR ’89.

    As in 1889–one hundred and thirty seven years ago!

    My first challenge: WHO the heck was W.B. Piper?

    Thankfully I had a good start. The last name Piper is in a tree I previously created on Ancestry.com, so I recognized the Piper name. I have the app in my phone, so it’s very easy and quick to pull up a specific tree.

    In the Piper tree, a W.B. Piper did not appear anywhere. So as an experiment, I decided to temporarily add him to it. (If you try an experiment like this, I suggest you set your tree to Private; if Public others may copy your tree including potential errors.)

    But before adding him, I needed to guess which generation he was born into. I couldn’t make him his own grandfather, right?

    I pondered: why do I, in particular, own this photo? Which family member am I personally connected to in the Piper family tree, who would have logically passed this photo down to me?

    The answer lay in an antique lowboy given to me by my great-aunt Dorothy. In a drawer is a DAR certificate for an S. Lizzie Piper. (Her fun story I’ll share about in another post.)

    Anyhow, I knew by now that Dorothy’s mom, Gretchen, had an aunt Lizzie. It seemed logical that W.B. would be connected to Gretchen or Lizzie, for Dorothy to have had this photo and me to now have it.

    It made sense that I might have a picture of my aunt Dorothy’s uncle.

    So as you can see in the image of the tree below, based on Gretchen’s birth year and how old the boy in the photo looked in 1889, I added W.B. as Gretchen’s brother.

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    Bingo! Next to W.B.’s name, I clicked the waving green leaf and confirmed that his full name was William Benjamin Piper, so I did add him permanently to the tree.

    Official documents linked to clues in Ancestry.com revealed his parents names were indeed William Piper and Mary Green and Gretchen his sister.

    Woohoo! Official grave information found via the app recorded his exact birth date, which fit perfectly. He was only a year younger than his sister Gretchen.

    (As a side note, as you look at the tree above, you’ll see a Susan Elizabeth Greene or Green, who was S. Lizzie Piper. I think she must have been a fun person to insist on being called Lizzie instead of Susan or Elizabeth!)

    My second challenge: Decipher the notes on the back of the photo.

    I typed into a Google Search in my computer the strange abbreviations to see what they might mean:

    Again, those were: Capt. W.B. Piper, E.H.S Go Fi 1st Bat BSR ’89.

    Google Search made a few guesses, but as I later discovered got many of the abbreviations wrong. It was on the right track though–thinking E.H.S. was a high school. That made sense, as I now knew the photo was taken in 1889 when William was only sixteen years old.

    But Google’s AI could only guess at the military notes, so it was time for:

    My third challenge: Upload the photo to see if the military uniform could be identified.

    [Want to try this? Take a picture with your phone of an antique photo of ancestors, or one ancestor, who you can’t quite place. It helps to also have the Google app in your phone. Go to your Photos folder, and select that photo. Click the tiny upload/share box with an upward arrow below your photo. Next, click Google, then Search with Google Lens.]

    Because I included the whole photo (including watermarks for a Boston photography studio) then selected advanced AI, I quickly solved the school and captain mysteries.

    “E.H.S.” was the English High School in Boston. “Go Fi” was the sports team’s cheer for “Go Fight,” apparently when they played their rival, Boston Latin School.

    William wore a uniform for the Boston School Regiment of which he was captain of the first battalion. (1st Bat BSR )

    The Boston School Regiment was a military program for Boston high school students, also known as the Boston School Boy Cadets. It was started in 1863 during the Civil War, to prepare young men for potential service.

    It became a century-long tradition with competitive prize drills and parades. But by the 1950s it was phased out as JROTC began, going from involuntary to voluntary.

    Now that William had become a live person to me, I wondered what happened to him.

    Well, if you want to end this story on a happy note, read no further.

    But if you want the details: William Benjamin Piper’s life came to a tragic end. An ancestry link sent me to Newspapers.com, to which I also subscribe to, to read newspapers from the 1700s and 1800s. (That’s often great fun, by the way–though not reading the sad stories like this one.)

    William died in a hotel at only 23 years old (a few months shy of his 24th birthday.) The cause? Chloral poisoning. Chloral was used at the time as a sleep aid. William had overdosed, with the article suggesting it was due to “melancholy” (depression).

    That made me sad. Yes, he died 130 years ago, so of course would no longer be alive anyway. But still, what a tragedy for a family. It makes me think about how Dorothy’s mom was only 25 years old when she lost her brother, and my great-aunt Dorthy was born only 5 years later. I can recall having a preschooler while also grieving loss of a family member. Grieving is grieving, no matter what time period you live in.

    Below is a photo of the home where W.B.’s family lived (according to the address is listed in other documents attached to W.B. and a Google Maps search.) It’s certainly a beautiful home. I sincerely hope many beautiful memories have been made in that home in the five to six generations living it it since the loss of W.B.

    Are you inspired to research and identify people in antique family photos of your own, and find those ancestors’ hidden stories?

    I’d love to hear comments from you about any family mysteries you’ve solved this way.

    Laurie

    A little P.S. for Piper or Bartlett descendants:

    Dorothy Bartlett was married to my grandpa’s brother, Max Pearce. Her mother was Gretchen Pickering Piper (1871-1943.) Dorothy had no children, but had two brothers: Dudley Bradstreet Bartlett and Phillips Payson Bartlett. Their great-aunt was Susan Elizabeth Green (sometimes spelled Greene.)

  • Secret Stashes: Old Family Papers

    Old family papers may hold hidden historical gems. These documents were from a Seattle woman living in British Raj India, 1926-1933.

    Bins of musty papers, inherited from deceased family members, can be a nuisance to deal with. Yet fascinating historical details and stories may be nestled inside.

    Just call me Paper Girl. Somehow, through every branch of my family tree, vintage papers from parents, grandparents, even great-great grandparents, trickled their way to my attic. Well, now to my closet–I’ve downsized. That makes it urgent to use, lose, or carefully store them for the next curious generation.

    It certainly requires intense curiosity to want to mess with musty old family papers. Other family members have thrown hands up in despair, eager for me to take custody of anything paper.

    Thankfully I’m the right person for that, as I’m finding an abundance of historical clues. And as a writer, my imagination is fueled. I’m seeing wonderful details for articles and books — even plots for historical fiction as well as nonfiction.

    It’s also helping me decide what papers to save and organize for my own grown kids and grandchildren, to avoid overwhelming them in the future.

    Some papers I can digitize. But in a frenzy to digitize everything, we can lose historical significance. We may only see that significance by physically holding a vintage passport or letter in our hands and noting small details. The feel of the paper, the embossing within it.

    One story I wrote for Nostalgia Magazine was sparked by an old letter from my great-grandfather to my grandmother. It’s truly a wonder to hold that original letter in my hands! Legacy of a Walla Walla Pioneer: John Martin Gose (1825-1919) describes my great-grandfather’s journey on the Oregon Trail, including how his wife Hannah was a bit overwhelmed juggling five children in their covered wagon. You may enjoy reading that article to see what I did with the information from the letter, coupled with research I did through ancestry.com and newspapers.com. In case you’re curious about how I figured out how old the children were on the Oregon Trail, see my post Calculating Characters in Family History.

    My husband shudders when he opens closets with bins of papers threatening to fall out. But here’s what gold I know those closets contain:

    • Letters from a 19-year-old Marine who fought at Iwo Jima, my husband’s father — and a related WW2 scrapbook and diary.
    • Documents and photos of a U.S. Consul and Foreign Service officer, working in Embassies around the world, 1920-1943: my paternal grandfather. His father-in-law was also a consul and a reporter who witnessed the Wright Brothers practicing their first flights.
    • Letters, diaries, passports, photos and even movie reels from a Seattle couple who lived in the jungles and islands of British India between 1923 and 1933: my maternal grandparents. (See my Jungle Diaries page.)

    Feeling overwhelmed by family papers passed down to you? Don’t be in too much of a hurry to toss them or even digitize all of them. There may be gold in them thar bins. If you’ve found interesting historical tidbits, tell me about them! Encourage others to be curious, too.

    Laurie

  • Finding Stories in Vintage Family Photos

    Finding Stories in Vintage Family Photos

    Are you a writer? A reader? Or a history buff, curious about your ancestors? Regardless, stories intrigue you.  Here’s the first post in my series, Researching Your Own Attic Mysteries. Learn how to dig into your vintage family memorabilia to uncover stories and the personalities behind them.

    I  thought of titling this post “I See Dead People”.

    Not that it has anything to do with apparitions. Instead, it has to do with those Ahah! moments: when images of people in musty sepia-toned images in your attic suddenly become people who intrigue you. With a little digging, you end up seeing them in whole new light.

    Take, for example, this image of my great-great-grandpa, John Martin Gose (1825-1919). My grandma’s grandpa.

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    A year ago, this photo meant nothing to me. Even seeing his name marked on the back meant little. But now I know his story, I’m impressed with this guy!

    What an adventurer he was. He traveled via covered wagon — from Missouri to California — to take part in the gold rush. He then moved back home, started a family, and brought them all on the Oregon Trail. The journey took nearly a year until they settled as as pioneers in early Walla Walla, Washington.

    If that doesn’t beat all, although a farmer, he managed to raise a whole passel of young’uns who became lawyers, a judge and a doctor. All his children prized education so highly that one, my great-grandpa, made sure all his own kids –including four daughters—were university educated before 1920.

    One of those girls, my Grandma Gladys, (1897-1994), was also an athlete. She scandalously swam across a lake at U-Dub in a men’s swimsuit to beat the fraternity guys, became a PE teacher in San Diego, then lived in British Raj India for seven years.

    It seems that apple Gladys didn’t fall far from the family tree — adventurers begetting adventurers.

    Do you now see John, in this photo, a little differently?

    Naturally you’re wondering how I learned so much about him. No, I didn’t make his story up imaginatively out of whole cloth. Playing armchair detective, I combed through a combination of oral family history, online ancestry programs, photos, census records, diaries, and letters. A fuller picture of John emerged. It’s amazing, once you have online tools and documents at your fingertips, how quickly you can pull facts together about people in the past.

    Old census docs contain a lot of cool details, including occupations, i.e. blacksmith or farmer. Perhaps someday your own great-grandkids will look at a census record about you, and say, “I didn’t know great-grandma was a writer!”

    As an author currently writing Gladys’ biography (about her time in India), my exploration of John is more about understanding her backstory. But Gladys is a sum of DNA parts, of her parents and grandparents and their attitudes towards life. It’s nice to not only know her better but also the people who raised her.

    I’ll explain more detail in future posts how to use various resources to uncover fascinating family details, which can be used in nonfiction stories, as elements of fictional characters,  or simply help you learn more about your own ancestry.

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    I’d love to know if this inspires you to drag some boxes out of your own the attic! Let me know also if you have any questions about this process of exploring old family items.

    Feel free to comment with your own tips on researching family documents, to encourage us all in our fun history explorations.

    Write on!

    Laurie