Childhoods of the Past

Writing is one path I have chosen in my creative journey. I hope to take children back in time to the worlds of other children. I have unpublished accounts of childhood in pre-1850 Ohio, especially Northeastern Ohio. It seems that the only resource teachers draw on for accounts of children in pioneering times is Wilder's Little House on the Prairie books. As wonderful as they are, they cover only the Midwest and prairie life at a much later time than pioneering in the Eastern Woodlands a half century earlier. Bringing these real life Northeastern Ohio pioneer children to life, surrounded by virgin forest and wild animals, is a major goal. Childhood in other eras is also fascinating to me. I have accounts and photos of my grandmother's childhood in Missouri in the early 1900's. What pops out of her album dispels some misconceptions about what was normal for girls of her day. For example, in about 1910, she was captain of a girl's basketball team, decked out in black bloomers and holding her basketball. She and her sisters donned overalls to reenact the local preacher baptizing people in the river. All the neighborhood kids, boys and girls, swam in the swimming hole in the river. She rode horseback bareback. She sat on her brother's Harley Davidson motorcycle dressed to the nines in a big black hat and long dress. Her cousin, in a modest, two piece bathing suit poses on a beach with a box of graham crackers that doesn't look much different than a box of graham crackers today. All this is seen through my grandmother's eyes, since she owned her own camera and took pictures or had her friends take her picture doing every day things. Then she made her own photo album. The more expected scenes of playing drop the handkerchief at school are also part of her photo album. In one photo she sits in a one room school house at a desk among other children, a big bow on her head. Enlargement of the photo revealed a math problem written on the blackboard behind her, with her signature underneath it. If there ever was a real "American Girl" of the early 1900's, my grandmother, Jo, was it. Entering her world through her album is stepping right into the past and joining the children at their game of drop the handkerchief or girls' basketball.