Its amazing how the world of blogs can suck you in.I was reading this post, and while I have been asked the question of why are there not too many people of color into the vintage and the 'scene', it does get old hat. IVe talked with many gals of color on the subject (and some boys too) and frankly their reasoning I completely understand. Its hard to differentiate the romantic notions of the era with the reality of how you would have been treated in the era.
My motivation for my love of the 30s and 40s is my family. What they went through, what they helped to accomplish. All that they did for me. My family has been in the same area for over 5 generations. Ive seen the plantation where my Great, great uncle helped to lay out the stone markers at the front gates. Its the history of that that makes me love the styles and music and manners and some of the customs of the time.
When my mother died in 2005, I went home and looked through all the old photos my Granny had. Here are some of my family that date from the late 30s to the early 50s. Ive scanned them all and plan to make my Granny a photo album to give to her so she can write all the dates and names of all the people.
This is teenage shot of my Granny.
This is my Great Grandmother.
Thats my Grandmother and Grandfather on the left.
I love this photo. This is the same house I grew up in. Practically everything is the same.
And this letter which was a telegram to my Granny. The thing is, Samuels is a family name, but Smith was my Grannie's married name. Im going to have to ask her about this.