My latest inspiration
Some of the earliest, fun things I listed in my new job with shopgoodwill.com were five negative books from the early 1900s; they belonged to a gentleman named Howard Whipple who had a real love of amateur photography...and his family.
I often hear people say how sad it is that family photographs end up at Goodwill, and it breaks my heart, too. I prefer to think that Mr. Whipple's descendants had lots of copies/scans made of the photos and just didn't need the originals any longer. A girl can hope.
What I found so endearing about his collection of negatives was the note he wrote on the inside of one of the folders:
Jane is putting the finishing touches on a pink silk night gown she has just made for her Mother. She and I have just returned from a walk to deliver Mrs. Miller’s sweater to her. I have just finished putting into this book the first 10 negatives. I wonder whether at some future date these negatives, which I now prize so highly and which I am trying to preserve for use – if ever there may be any – will be valued by anyone. If our 2 albums of pictures taken from Jan 1, 1915 to March 13, 1920 should ever be burned or otherwise destroyed, then this system of negative preservation would enable us to replace priceless treasures. The great wonder to me, tho, is whether in 1950 or even later, that little boy, Gregory, now nearly 10 months old, who is peacefully sleeping at the other end of this house, will value this irreplaceable record of these, the very earliest days of his, so far blissfully happy life. He will be 30 then, and I shall be 69. His mother will be 60.
How sweet is that? The auction listings for his negatives, as well as separate ones for photo albums of prints from same, sold for quite a bit and I was so happy they went to a good home (the same person won them all.) A few weeks later, two more negative albums came up for listing/auction.
They didn't attract as much attention as the earlier ones had -- but still sold for $67 for the pair.
To me!
I was so excited; Mr. Whipple had endeared himself to me with his careful negative storage and heartfelt journaling. In one of the albums I won, he'd written another installation:
It begins:
Breakfast Room, Wednesday evening at 7:45 PM, Oct. 6, 1920 Jane is dressing for she and I leave in 30 minutes to attend Fauchon & Marco's "Frivolities of 1920" at the new and very beautiful California Theatre just 2 blocks distant. The tickets cost $2.50 + 25 cents war tax each...Today was the first chance I have had since I acquired them to begin to scan the negatives -- and I am already so inspired by them! For your enjoyment, here are just a few of the treasures I've found within the first 30 negatives:
I often hear people say how sad it is that family photographs end up at Goodwill, and it breaks my heart, too. I prefer to think that Mr. Whipple's descendants had lots of copies/scans made of the photos and just didn't need the originals any longer. A girl can hope.
Comments
Thanks for sharing a very thought provoking post.
Deb
So you say you are scanning the negatives. Do you use a photo editing program to turn them in to positives??