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Showing posts with label Post-Mortem Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Post-Mortem Photography. Show all posts

Saturday, July 20, 2013

KEEPING LOVED ONES CLOSE

TRUTH IS SCARIER THAN FICTION




Post-Mortem Photography

I know I've mentioned this subject before but unfortunately my mind is mush and my body is not taking any commands so I'll be down a bit - in the meanwhile, here's a little of the practices of the past:

The invention of the daguerreotype in 1839 made portraiture much more commonplace, as many of those who were unable to afford the commission of a painted portrait could afford to sit for a photography session. This cheaper and quicker method also provided the middle class with a means for memorializing dead loved ones.These photographs served as keepsakes to remember the deceased. This was especially common with infants and young children; Victorian era childhood mortality rates were extremely high, and a post-mortem photograph might have been the only image of the child the family ever had. The later invention of the carte de visite, which allowed multiple prints to be made from a single negative, meant that copies of the image could be mailed to relatives.


The practice eventually peaked in popularity around the end of the 19th century and died out as "snapshot" photography became more commonplace, although a few examples of formal memorial portraits were still being produced well into the 20th century.

The earliest post-mortem photographs are usually close-ups of the face or shots of the full body and rarely include the coffin. The subject is usually depicted so as to seem in a deep sleep, or else arranged to appear more lifelike. Children were often shown in repose on a couch or in a crib, sometimes posed with a favorite toy or other plaything. It was not uncommon to photograph very young children with a family member, most frequently the mother. Adults were more commonly posed in chairs. Flowers were also a common prop in post-mortem photography of all types.

The effect of life was sometimes enhanced by either propping the subject's eyes open or painting pupils onto the photographic print, and many early images (especially tintypes and ambrotypes) have a rosy tint added to the cheeks of the corpse. Later examples show less effort at a lifelike appearance, and often show the subject in a coffin. Some very late examples show the deceased in a coffin with a large group of funeral attendees; this type of photograph was especially popular in Europe and less common in the United States.

An excellent book on the subject is Sleeping Beauty: Memorial Photography in America by Stanley B. Burns. Getting a copy will cost you however, the price range for used to new is anywhere from over $200 all the way to almost $700 dollars. 

Rather than being a horrible or morbid subject, it is actually a kind of beautiful way for those whose lives were often short to keep the memory of their families alive.






Updated 5/23/14: A reader had asked about the picture on top of this blog entry - in some places the picture was backward - I hadn't seen that but thought that the negative might have been turned - not sure. But I did find out their tragic story:



I had wondered, looking at this photo and the, uh, rough condition of the bodies if they were not all in some sort of accident, one that took the whole family at once. The story is actually much sadder (and more violent):

In Houston, Missouri, Carney Parsons and his wife, Minnie (Strange) Parsons and their three children were murdered in 1906 by Jody Hamilton. Jody Hamilton worked as a share cropper with the Parsons and lived with them. Parsons sold his crop to Hamilton, but the two men got into an argument as Jodie was seeing the family off. The Parsons had a sale of their household goods and were killed for the proceeds of this sale - $150.00.

Hamilton became more and more convinced that he had been cheated, and he started in pursuit of Parsons to try to make things right. The argument escalated when Jodie caught up with the family north of Houston on the Success Road just west of the Big Piney River, and Jodie ended up shooting Parsons with a shotgun blast and finishing him off by beating him with the barrel of the gun. 

Parsons's wife came to her husband's aid as he was struggling for his life, and Jodie also bludgeoned her to death with the gun barrel. He slit the throats of the six-year-old and three-year-old sons before finishing them off with the gun barrel to keep them from identifying him and finally beat in the brains of their one-year-old child to stop it from crying. 

After the family was murdered they were thrown in the Piney River. Someone fishing found their bodies. Hamilton went to church wearing the suit he had taken from Mr. Parsons, also his ring. Announcement was made at Church of the discovery of the slaying. Hamilton left, riding a mule taken from the Parsons family. 

Hamilton was readily captured, convicted of murder, and sentenced to hang in late December of 1906. Although the killings of the five members of the Parsons family was one of the largest and most gruesome mass murders in Missouri history, Jodie elicited sympathy from some observers when he started professing religion from his jail cell.

The convict went to the scaffold on December 21 and was hung without a whimper. The post-mortem photo must have been particularly difficult, to make the family look as good as possible after such a brutal murder AND being in the water.

As to why the photograph is shown two ways - that I'm still working on. Did they take two photographs with the boys on each side, or did the negative somehow become reversed? Both ways, the boys are kind of off to the side of the bed. If anyone has an idea, let me know...




Thursday, April 18, 2013

ERASING HATE - IT IS POSSIBLE, EVEN IF PAINFUL

THIS, THAT AND EVERY OTHER DAMNED THING







I apologize for the mini VAY KAY my mind seems to be on and the movies have been piling up on my queue (a good hundred, two hundred hours worth easy). I even just cancelled my free trial with Fandor, despite wishing to check out some classic and cult horror flicks (except for Alice Sweet Alice, which featured Brooke Shields in her first, brief role) but I just couldn't do it right now.


As you all know the news has been especially dark and I won't go into the details we've all been overwhelmed with on every type of social media. That's not part of my excuse, but it has gotten me thinking about unreasonable hatred, stereotyping (Really? Everybody runs from the explosion but the one person running that looks - different is the one not escaping, but guilty?) and man's general inhumanity to man. But then I got to reading about people who, in their pasts have hated either for religious, cultural or other reasons who have changed their lives around and I tell you it really does help to see that even the most extreme examples of people who hate can change their lives.

One good documentary I highly recommend is of a former racist who was so extreme, his hate was literally tattooed all over his face, neck and body. His heart changed but because of the marks on his face especially, he had an impossible time trying to provide for his new family because no one would hire such an extreme looking individual. This man, for his family and his new convictions, went through over a year of excruciating pain to have the tattoos on his face and hands removed by laser surgery. 



The documentary is called Erasing Hate (2011) and it was just excellent. The man went through so much and loves his family and his new friends - never write anyone off, no matter how much you may think they cannot change. His wife used to believe the same way and even taught her young children hate (her father was a racist also who, again, was able to change) and shudders about what her kids absorbed - but now it is love. I'm sure it's still not easy for any of them, but they do it and that is a hope to hold onto.


I've seen other documentaries not-so-nice but again worth a look. Carl Panzram: The Spirit Of Hatred (2011) who inexplicably also has a Facebook page was nevertheless engrossing about how a man can be shaped by his environment. He was a serial killer from boyhood and it was a learned lifestyle which is a help only to those studying whether serial killers are born or made. The only contribution he made to the world was writing his autobiography, unheard of at the time (born 1891 - executed 1930) but he wrote honestly, plainly and thoroughly why he felt he was a horrid man and that if they didn't kill him, he'd just keep killing because he felt no one deserved to live.

I also had a (slight) interest in the tale of the Westboro Baptist Church, who have been making royal asses of themselves preaching hatred and doing horrid things like picketing the funerals of soldiers and holding signs up like 'Thank God for 9/11' - the only thing I picked up from that experience is that there is a reason for so much Atheism and/or hatred of God in the world - people look at this kind of behavior and somehow blame God for it. God is perfect - in love, in justice, in wisdom, in peace. With evil he cannot be tried. Only men commit evil. 'Nuff said.

Then somehow I wandered around some TV series I haven't seen for a while (although I am ashamed to say I haven't even finished the second season of An American Horror Story: Asylum OR the third season of The Walking Dead. Watching the first season of AAHS back to back was much better than week to week - and I hadn't realized how many people from the first season are also in the second. But the beginning, showing the old pictures of babies, post mortem got me on another tangent...

In the 1800's people rarely had family photos. Photos took a long time, cost more than a lot could afford and just weren't done that often. It was also the time of primitive medical conditions and horrid diseases that could wipe out entire families in a heartbeat. It was the time of what was known as 'post-mortem photography'. 

That sound incredibly horrid and morbid and yeah, I guess it was. However, if you had a child, never photographed, lost that child and faced a lifetime of never seeing it again, I guess this kind of thing might appeal to you. Not now of course. But for those back then, when death was commonplace I think I understand the reasons. 



It was mostly children, and it wasn't uncommon for the dead child to be posed along the living for the photo - or a whole family, dead, alive or both to be posed together. I was just dinking around looking at different ones and someone asked a good question - how do you know if a photo is a post mortem photo? Simple. In those days you had to hold very still for a good period of time for the photo to be taken. Children by nature have a hell of a time doing that. It is very very common for blurred hands, feet, whatever. These photos are crystal clear - nothing is ever going to move in these photos.

In other words, my mind has been wandering all over the place and not able to focus on the simplest of movies and I apologize. I still am taking requests however and will get back on the back movie trail as soon as I can. Cheers.