Housing forms of Indigenous North Americans
A house in Texas at the turn of the last century
a Delaware-Lenape Tribe longhouse outside
a Delaware-Lenape Tribe longhouse inside
by Dorothea Lange, May 1942 Woodland, California.
Families of Japanese ancestry with their baggage at railroad station awaiting the arrival of special train which will take them to the Merced Assembly center, 125 miles away.
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Today's quote:
Emily Dickenson
The bee is not afraid of me,
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer's day?
I know the butterfly;
The pretty people in the woods
Receive me cordially.
The brooks laugh louder when I come,
The breezes madder play.
Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?
Wherefore, O summer's day?
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For this week's Sepia Saturday
Host Alan Burnett says this:
It's a sad state of affairs when you are so old you become a Sepia Saturday prompt. Nevertheless, that is me in the centre of the picture - not the one with the long ears, but the little cute chap taking his first ride on a seaside donkey. I don't look too thrilled at the prospect, and, if truth be told, neither does the donkey. However, like the brave little soldier I was, I posed for the photograph in the knowledge that it would come in useful over three quarters of a century later as a Sepia Saturday prompt. Find in it what you will - cute little chaps, donkeys with big ears, seaside sands ... or whatever. Whatever old photograph of your own it brings to mind, share it on or around Saturday 9th August 2025 and add a link to the list below. And here is a reminder of what is to come for the rest of the month.
Launched in 2009, Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs. Historical photographs of any age or kind (they don't have to be sepia) become the launchpad for explorations of family history, local history and social history in fact or fiction, poetry or prose, words or further images. If you want to play along, all we ask is that your sign up to the weekly Linky List, that you try to visit as many of the other participants as possible, and that you have fun.
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I was 3-1/2 and Mary was 4 months old.
I always had great love of horses, ponies...but very seldom had any experience of them. A photo was taken of me as a little tot on one. A trail ride as a teen through a park once. Lots of horse adventure books growing up however, and once TV westerns came along, I was smitten. The 60s were certainly full of cowboys for entertainment.
The old photo of cowgirl me and my little sister:
