Happy Independence Day! And how timely that we have an Americana theme for today’s post.
Now gather round, boys and girls, and grab your favorite floor pillow, because it’s storytime. Last week I stumbled upon and promptly fell in love with this picture of a couple during the Depression era:
Look at his arms! His smile! I especially like how she wears her dress and shoes and bracelet and hair pulled back neatly, in private, while he has eschewed a shirt in public, unabashed for the camera. I love everything about it.
It turns out you can actually purchase a print of this image. The seller includes the following information:
Oregon, August 1939. “Unemployed lumber worker goes with his wife to the bean harvest. Note Social Security number tattooed on his arm.” (And now a bit of Shorpy scholarship/detective work. A public records search shows that 535-07-5248 belonged to one Thomas Cave, born July 1912, died in 1980 in Portland. Which would make him 27 years old when this picture was taken.)
Twenty seven! I died, all over again. I don’t know why, but I did. Thomas Cave, in Portland. Plus, he lived a goodly sixty eight years so that satisfies the HEA addict in me.
AND, as if that weren’t enough awesomeness already, the lovely, gorgeous Shari Slade wrote me a vignette based on the photograph and she’s letting me share it with you…
*happy sigh* Thank you, Shari. As I told her, it really did give me goosebumps. If you are not already, you can follow her on twitter at @ShariSlade.
Happy 4th, everyone! Enjoy your celebrations, whether you are lighting fireworks or making your own :)