These are some vintage photos from the turn of the 19th century. All are sepia tintypes that make a time capsule of what we see as special moments.
Two things I take from them. They are far less grand than what we often see in the retelling. All those classic films and portraits choose to paint them in more colorful and broader strokes. The trees we see in these pictures resemble more a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree with sparse limbs, crooked tops and a mere hodgepodge of popcorn chains and simple ornaments. It wasn't until the 50's that they turned into shiny and glamorous artificial imitations with lovely glass balls and electric light bulbs. The children are likely wearing their one special outfit for the holiday that was pressed and starched. The boxes under the trees are small and simple. Some of the street shots in London capture little orphans with a smile on their faces while likely a patch on their knees. But they are happy nonetheless and grateful for what little they have.
Secondly, even those sweet urchin children are white. This does not mean that other families and children were not celebrating. But likely, they were not able to celebrate as well. And certainly there was no luxury of being photographed to capture those moments of joy.
But I do think whatever the case, it is important to reflect back on our collective past, however we remember it. And to find that innocence of winter, joy of the season and resilience of childhood. And hopefully appreciate what we have now. Also, to have some empathy for those that likely never had that photograph in the first place. Spread Joy this Season!
