Ah... well, they don't look too hot for the amount of clothing they have on in this photo-postcard from August 1911, now do they? She is sending it from the Bay Area to Hammon, Oregon. From what I can read of her handwriting she asks how Mr. North is doing nowadays and that they are "all the way back." Also, here is "a photo of Alfred." If you can read her handwriting better than I can the fact that it's written in Swedish would be a no-brainer. I'm going to take a guess and say her pencil was sharpened with a knife.
Yes, The Daughters and I are haunting the local antique stores again this summer. I hit a treasure trove of photos for sale. This one is one of the more cheery ones. Some of the others, which also seemed quite cheery when I bought them, I have since found out have a pretty, haunted history behind them. I can post more about those later.
They look content in this photo though, don't they? I can't tell if they are siblings, cousins, or paramours by their body language. I can feel how dry the field is just by looking at it and those wildflowers she's holding would completely set off my allergies. Try as I may, I just can't fathom wearing those clothes. The formality is mind-boggling because I'm sitting here in blue jean capris and a cotton, handkerchief Vera Wang top. With flip flops. So practically naked compared to 1911 standards, right?
Anyway, Miss B's card here seemed like such a synchronicity when I looked at the postmark. To honor her I'll re-post this on August 7th, at 2:30 pm. The San Fransisco 1915 Panama Pacific Exposition, though? Quite exciting. So much has happened since then.