I have this wedding portrait of my
2x Great-grandparents Royal Levant Eaton and Hattie Eva Smith. In it, Hattie is
wearing a lace wedding shawl, a piece of our family history I have recently
held in my hands. With the exception of one small spot of water damage or rust,
it is in perfect condition. There is no wearing of the lace, no pulling of the
design. It’s exquisite.
Items we use become imbued with our
energy. It’s why antiques are such a draw for people. They’re full of history
and memory. I believe our pull to certain items comes not from its aesthetic
beauty, but from how it makes us feel, whether or not its energy resonates with
ours.
I draped the shawl over my
shoulders to better catch a photo of it. I wondered how many people had worn
it. What was its history? I knew that my great-great-grandma wore it on her
wedding day. Was she the only one? Was it new to her? Was it a gift passed down
from another family member?
Closing my eyes, I thought back to
August 5, 1903, the day she wore it one hundred and eleven years ago. My
great-great grandparents married in Eagle Harbor, Orleans County, NY, a small
village along the Erie Canal. How did she feel when the wedding shawl clasp
closed?
Her young life was shadowed with
death. Her mother died a month after she was born, from anemia, a complication
due to childbirth. Hattie Eva Smith was named for her mother, Hattie Eva
Dutcher. Then when she was fourteen, her father died. Hattie and her older
sister Sophia (a spitting image of their mother, by the way) went to live with
their grandparents Reuben Feagles Dutcher and Eliza Marsh Bird.
Hattie on the left, Sophia on the right |
By all accounts, the elderly couple
doted on their granddaughters. I have a letter from Reuben’s sister Elizabeth to
their brother Merritt, where she talks about the girls visiting- that Sophia was
a teacher two miles away and Hattie was away at school in Albion. “It seems to
me there never was a more faithful man to the good of his family than Reuben
has been. His children and his childrens children are so much to him. The two
little grandchildren are certainly beautiful in looks and manner.”
I also knew what Hattie Eva couldn’t
know that day in Eagle Harbor. I knew that five years later her beloved
grandfather would die, and only twenty-three years after that, her husband
would succumb to wounds he sustained in a prison riot, due to his occupation as
a guard.
All of these thoughts swirled in my
head as I stood in my childhood home, wearing her shawl. Whether I could feel
it or not, an echo of her was attached to the lacework. I know this is true. Due
to my ancestral meditations, I was able to reach back in time and share in a
moment I couldn’t otherwise know.
Context is everything in making family connections I can remember... A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post called "My Great Aunts and Uncles" about my 3x Great-Aunt Libby Dutcher, the watercolor artist. She is the same Elizabeth who wrote the letter I reference in this post.
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