On July of 1888 Eastman Kodak placed a camera on the market with the slogan, "You press the button, we do the rest". For the first time in history the masses could now record history with the push of a button. No harsh chemicals were needed to bring alive forever moments in time. In 1901 Eastman Kodak introduced the Kodak Brownie and the rest is history.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

SCHOOL DAYS PLUS TWO


I am a bit late on my promised School Days issue of Shadows of America. I can peel off numerous excuses for being rather slow on posting--but if you are followers of this site you know my latest gig on restoring photos is still on the learning curve. Between battering my hard head against the desk because my vintage 2003 Sony computer is slowing down to crawl, so much that even I can move faster than it and whoopee, getting a few paying gigs caused this site to grow a few cobwebs.

What we have today is a pile of school photos, plus a couple that are not school related, but since they are too cute the pictures had to find a home here. Likely your first reaction on viewing the pictures would be, yikes, I remember my school photos! The companies that traveled from school to school never heard of photo retouching or imagined something like Photo Shop. How many of us were Hollywood material? Ahem, be truthful. I was the school dwarf, in the fact I was the second smallest pigeon toed, knock kneed, skinniest kid in elementary school who became the amazing growing bean sprout in my freshman year.

My 81 year old friend Jack gave me these photos which date from 1928 to early 1932. Likely all the pictures came from from Southern Ohio near the West Virginia border which was an Appalachian area. Part two of the school kids, which I hope to have up in the next couple of days show the opposite of what we see in today's school photos. Children often wore homemade clothing and bibs to get their mug shots. The photos we see were likely the only pictures the family could afford.



In many of the school photos you will see more than one child at the sitting. I can not be sure why, perhaps it was cheaper to double up with two family members to save money, which in this case, being an Appalachian area was likely the reason. Perhaps it was fashionable back then to have to siblings in one pose.

Did Jay Leno grow up in the Appalachians? Is it just me or do you see the similarity. Just a reminder as we go through the pictures, all the photos went through two stages of restoration before they were posted. First the scanner cleaned up the pictures a bit, then the photos all went through a mild Photo Shop clean up to remove smudges and fingerprints.

Dare we forget the teachers? Here we have the typical Mrs Crabtree. This photo almost got tossed because it had ink stains all over the top but it cleaned up pretty nice. I am sure she told her students to clean up nice for the photographer so it is only fitting I do the same. The face of my teachers are well embedded in my mind but I have no pictures of them

Handsome young man indeed..

One thing I have learned from this new adventure of restoring photos is beware of overkill. It is easy to attack every visible flaw , but one must remember that you are restoring not re-shooting the photo. After spending hours on do-overs, I often ended up erasing the whole mess and started all over because it looked terrible.


Nearly every photo here had only enough touch-up to to erase old marks and scratches. I have a few secret touches that make the photo look brand new and crisp. True, many photos dug out of grandma's trunk have issues because of the type of camera or age of the photo but every photo brings its own challenge. But photos like these are a lot nicer than the original but like a little work goes a long way.

What would happen if a student showed up in an old pair of bibs today? It was not an issue back then. Likely that was all he had to wear and as you can see they certainly were not a new pair. Still, he was a nice handsome young man who did after all comb his hair.

I don't think all kids liked to have their brother in the picture. Maybe the boy on the left just didn't want his picture taken. You can say he just didn't want to smile, but look at those furrowed eyebrows.

Alright, I could have Photo Shopped this to be Alfred E. Nueman and his popular "What me worry," look. Like I said early on, we were not charming or handsome. That is what I like about kids, they were pretty much candid and posing often may have been uncomfortable but smiles or frowns made the shot.

Often you could see deep in the soul of a child through a photo. When I started to clean up this young girl's picture I debated whether or not to remove the wound on her forehead as well as the black eye on the right side. I did clean up the eye a tad bit, but I could not clean up her thoughts. I wouldn't dare. Where did the wounds come from? I have my ideas.

I have often seen pictures that make tears well up in my eyes. This photo makes me want to reach into the photo and give her a big hug. Enough of my emotional commentary.

I said there was two photos that didn't fit the page. Maybe I can make it just one photo by saying these two kids were on their way to the one room school house where brother and sister disappeared to every day. The photos came from the same area so they got tossed on to the page.

Like I said, every photo needs its own touches to bring out the best. This picture took a bit of work to make it look new and crisp. One thing I do when I restore is look for the new version of the picture. Some people like to make a new picture look old by applying sepia tone. In restoring a photo I take away the sepia that time put on the picture. In most cases the sepia tone was not part of the photo. If the customer wants the aged look I can do that. Once the aged look disappears you have the photos that the previous owner had on the mantle once upon a time.

This photo I discovered was taken by a traveling photographer who roamed the countryside with the pony in tow. When a business would give him permission he set up the camera and waited for customers. I have talked to many older seniors who remembered the traveling photographer.

When I saw this photo I thought that was one lucky girl who owned her own pony. Didn't we all want our own pony?

Any photo seen on this site are available in a 5 x 7 format for $10 each. And yes, I do retouching. Tell me what you have for an estimate.

If you have a photo you think would look good here let me know.

7 comments:

Hawkeye® said...

Great, great work Shelly! I love those old photos. Brings out the nostalgia, doesn't it? Reminds of those days before fax machines and computers and cell phones. It was a bit quieter and a bit more laid back then. Keep up the good work.

(:D) Best regards...

Hawkeye® said...

Errr, reminds "ME" of those days... (gotta remember to preview).

(:D)

Anonymous said...

The old photos which really go like an arrow through my heart are the ones which document those young children in orphanages during the late 1800s. The Lord knows the kind of emotional and physical abuse some if not most must have suffered, some of them forced to work in Industrial Revolution sweat shops for the orphanages!

Because my grandmother had a really bad case of TB back in the 1930s, my mother and her two brothers were sent to an Baptist orphanage in Dallas, Texas. Mom had mostly fond memories about the place and she said the worse part was she was separated from her brothers since they had a girl and boy side to the orphanage. She said she only got to see her brothers maybe once or twice a month and her mother and father rarely visited. I guess her mother was so bedridden and her dad was very busy working jobs and taking care of his wife that they were exhausted all the time, not to mention it cost money to travel the distance to the orphanage from where they lived.

Even though mom got out when she was 16 years old (her two brothers were released several years before she was) her childhood had essentially been stolen from her though she insisted she had mostly positive experiences at the place. Remember, a lot of this was taking place during the Great Depression and then World War II. I think both of her brothers volunteered for the armed services, Eddie in the Army and Glenn in the Air Force and that's what got them out early. I believe Glenn said he was barely 17 when he joined in '42.

My mom still loved her mother who did eventually recover from TB but there was always a hurt there that my mother felt because of the sense of abandonment she always felt at the orphanage. I remember my grandmother as a very strict disciplinarian, especially with us grandkids, so maybe my mom was better off in the orphanage. Apparently mom was never physically abused (except for the occasional spanking which she said she often deserved) and always had enough food to eat, it was mainly the familial companionship that she missed.

The picture of the little girl with the wound on her forehead is very haunting to me because of my imagined remembrances of my mother's vulnerability during her years at the Dallas orphanage.

Hankmeister

camojack said...

"The companies that traveled from school to school never heard of photo retouching..."

They did by the time my school's yearbook came out in '76; one of my friends had a faceful of acne all through high school...the yearbook was the first time I saw him with a clear complexion, but he added the zits to my copy [with a red pen] to make it more realistic.

Just call me Shelly said...

Hankmeister

Wait until part two comes out. These kids are rich compared to some I have scanned.

I agree about the girl with the bruise. If a person can't see the emotional drain in her face then I don't know what to say.

camojack.

I really don't remember if they retouched the photos. Luckily my skin was pretty clear when they took the photos (Thank God).

C'mon we are talking over 40 years now. I know my friend said that is all the studios do now as far as retouching--cleaning up the acne that is.

boberin said...

I love the girl on the horse...posing in front of the gas pumps. An odd juxtaposition indeed but charming somehow!

Beerme said...

Mrs. "Crabtree" reminds me very much of my Aunt Joyce, a schoolteacher from Breaks, Virginia. Pure Apple-atcha! I sure miss her...