We have moved 14 times since Norman got out of the navy and each time I have to weed out the things I had collected. It seems we always went from a very large place to a small one or the other way around. So when we went from a large house to a small one I had to give away half of my things. That is why if you walked into Kathy’s house when she lived in Peterborough it was just like walking into my house as so many of the family pieces I had went to her to furnish her house. The same was true of Patty’s house and this last move a whole moving van of things went to Joe’s house. I had collected family pieces from Auntie Thayer, my grandmother, from my mother, Norman’s mother and both of his grandmothers. We very seldom bought new furniture. Even Shanti in New Mexico has some of the family pieces. We had collected so many things they had become a mill stone around everyone’s neck. It is hard to toss out anything that has been in the family for over a hundred years but after a while you long for something new and shiny. When we moved from Florida to Georgia we gave a picture of my father and his brother to Patty. It looked great in her house but now that Becca has moved back in with her three little ones they needed the room for more up to date things and I begged to have the picture back. Thank goodness she gave it to me yesterday and Norman put it up on the wall for me.
As you can see it is very large. But it is beautiful and the history behind it is so dear to my heart I am thrilled to have it back on my wall. It will stay with me now until I die and then I hope someone will take it and love it as I have. This picture was taken in 1900. The two boys are my father on the right and Uncle Bing on the left. Their parents were Hattie and Ernest Thayer who lived on North Main St in Haverhill, NH in Uncle Web’s house. Uncle Web and Aunt Lydia had three boys of their own but none lived beyond 3 years of age so when Lydia’s sister Addie died leaving five children, they had Hattie come live with them to be a companion for Lydia. She became the daughter they never had. Uncle Web loved her as he would his own daughter and when Lydia died Hattie remained with Web and took care of him. So when Hattie and Ernest married they lived on with Uncle Web. In 1900 Ernest had a chance to buy the store he had been working in for two years and with Uncle Web’s help he bought the store. This picture was taken to put on the new calendar for 1901. Hattie and Ernest had just lost their third son, Leslie. Hattie had to let Ernest cut Guy’s hair for this picture as he did not want a picture of his eldest son wearing long curls. Hattie agreed to cut his hair because she wanted the picture so badly. She saved his curls and I have one in my dream catcher.
As you can see I have collected all kinds of things and that curl is now 116 years old. I am sure Hattie would never had any idea it would still be in the family in 2016!! Anyways Uncle Web borrowed money on his house to help Ernest buy the store and five years later they went bankrupt and Web lost his house. In that five years Hattie had two more children and then died of TB. Her sister, Mary Jane had 20 children in all and Hattie could not see why she could not have all the children she wanted but she was not as strong as Mary Jane and TB finally claimed her in 1904 as well as her last child born just a week or so before her death. Hattie’s younger sister came to live in the house to care for Hattie’s family and raise the three living children, Guy, Herman, and Angie. This picture hung in Web’s house until they moved to Harrisville, NH in 1905. Once in Harrisville I am not sure if the picture hung in Auntie’s house or not but it did stay with the family and when Herman married and set up his own home he took the picture with him. Years later when I went back to college to get my teaching degree Uncle Herman,(Uncle Bing as he was lovingly known) and Aunt Emma helped take care of Patty while I was in school. When Uncle Bing died Aunt Emma showed me this picture and asked if it was anything I would like to have. I fell in love with it on sight and brought it home. We had a very small house and everyone said it was much to large to hang up but we did and it looked right at home. In 1963 we built a new house in Peterborough and everyone said,” That picture would not go with a new house” but we took it, hung it up and it looked right at home. We moved it to the farm in Peterborough next and it looked right at home in a hundred year old house. Our next stop was in a new condo and even when this picture took up the whole dinning room wall it still looked as if it had been made for that spot. The picture moved to Florida with us. It moved from pillar to post with us through a large house out on the island, to a rental, and finally to a mobile home in Spanish Lakes. It was when we moved to Georgia that we asked Patty if she would like the picture and she said yes and it has stayed with her until this week when she gave it back to me. My most beloved family piece.
Here is a closer look so you can see the boys better. It is from my father I get my shape. Both he and his brother were built just alike. The Thayer/Young genes are very strong and have carried down to Becca’s two boys.. Colby looks just like his father but James is a Thayer. He looks just like my son and my brother.
So there you have the story of a 116 year old picture that is finally back home with me. To stay this time!! I do have a few things like this that I will hate to leave when I go but no worry, I’ll enjoy them while I can. Have a great day.
What a lovely story, Carol. My husband’s mother would have been 116 yesterday, the 5th. There are many ittle curls of hair in her old Bibles but no one knows who they belonged to. I have a large framed picture of my Grandmother Carver’s (Mae’s) parents. The frame is almost the same as yours. Our oldest daughter, Joanne, has claimed it. The gold trim is the same but the wooden part is darker on mine. I am glad you have it to enjoy.
It is amazing how much alike the lives of our English ancestors are. I have to stop and think when I tell a family story if they are about my mother’s family, my father’s family or my husband’s family. The only one I don’t have to think on is Norman’s mother’s family as they are all from Canada but they are the French and their stories are quite different. Her family was among the first settlers in Quebec. I love the old things and the stories with them but I am afraid many of them will die out with our generation. I guess that is the way it should be so our children can make history for the future generations. Things are changing so fast now there isn’t time enough in a day to keep up with all the changes and remember all the past too and since the past doesn’t help much with day to day living they really need to put their energy into the further. I am content!