This is the second of a two-part blog post: Rescued: Dorothy Tucker: For the Love of a Daughter, showing an intimate progression in photographs of the early life of Staten Island, N.Y. resident Dorothy Frances Tucker (1899-1986) taken by her father, Charles Rollins Tucker, 1868-1956.  The post concludes with a brief historical timeline of Dorothy’s life and an afterword/remembrance from present-day family members.

Photography and fatherhood go hand in hand. With George Eastman’s introduction of the Kodak No. 1 roll-film camera in 1888, childhood would never be the same again. Moments: baby’s first steps as well as birthdays and major holidays like Christmas morning were always dutifully recorded for posterity, with the goal of compiling a heartfelt family photographic history meant to survive for eternity.

 

Sadly, the reality of most of those family histories- at least the older physical snapshot albums making them up- rarely survive more than perhaps three or four generations before being discarded. History may be paved with good intentions, but photographs- even now for the trillions of images populating our ever expanding and ubiquitous digital hard drives-won’t survive.

But sometimes, the detritus of a dump run gets interrupted by those with a penchant for digging up the past. Fifteen years ago, I had the pleasure of making online contact with Pennsylvania resident Pam Hegedus. Pam, known as “Lady Digger”, said her “biggest passion in life was bottle digging and metal detecting”, a hobby she had pursued since she was ten years old, and one that lasted for well over 50 years.

And that’s where this lovely story of fatherhood and photography collided. Because of Pam’s realization someone might be interested in them, the photographs you see here of “Dorothy” were saved by her and then purchased for this archive.

Sadly, life intervened, as it does for all of us, and I never followed up with a personal visit to meet Dorothy’s savior, as I just recently found out Pam died a number of years ago. “By all means, keep in touch and come by anytime you are in the area. I’d like that” Pam wrote me in October, 2010.

The story of Dorothy Tucker’s resurrection, so to speak, did not come from the many holes in the ground dug by Pam in search of bottles and valuable metal objects but of her other penchant for treasure hunting in dilapidated buildings. From what I have been able to piece together with my online correspondence, she had come across a condemned home in her neck of the woods, several miles from her own home. “The old place is about fallen down now with caved in floors–sad, as the outside looks so nice. I will return next week and go through more things before they actually tear it down” she told me in one email from 2010.

Even now, I admit to spending way too much time online in search of photographic treasure, but the collector in me knew that what Pam was posting for sale was a truly significant and unusual archive : the story of one girls’ life: “Dorothy”, from infancy to well past her teenage years. The single thing keeping it all together for me? The name “Dorothy” penciled onto the verso of the majority of photographs making up this hoard.

And what a hoard. To my eye, these photographs were done by a master amateur photographer. At first, I did not know the identify of Dorothy’s photographer, or even who she was. It took me over a year of doing genealogy to finally nail things down, and keen observers of this website may remember several examples of “Dorothy” photographs posted. To be realistic, not every photograph can or should be saved, but when someone as talented as Dorothy’s photographer emerges from the shadows, it’s worth at least a little effort to intervene.

Not all of the Dorothy photographs became degraded by the elements. But for many, moisture damage, mildew, and other impacts of improper storage by their former caretaker: Dorothy’s kid brother Stephen “Jerry” Tucker- who had been renting that now long demolished home- piled on for about ten years or so after he died in late 2001. But for those fascinated by an artistic, comprehensive record of a young girl growing up at the turn of the 20th Century, a generous thank you is in order for his care of the photos before Pam’s rescue efforts.

The icing on the cake? “Jerry” was safeguarding a lot more than these Dorothy photographs. As it turned out, he was preserving the early photographic legacy of his father: Charles Rollins Tucker, and a trove of his amateur images dating back to the late 1880’s. One of these, from 1889, mounted on a cabinet card, was of the famed elephant Jumbo, now stuffed, and standing on a platform before being installed in a new museum of natural history erected by P.T. Barnum on the campus of the present day Tufts University outside Boston.

But wait, there’s more: the trove also included mounted exhibition and “postal photographic club” images done in platinum, bromide, gelatin silver, carbon, cyanotype, and other processes by C.R. Tucker and his many fellow amateurs and professionals. Besides New England based photographers and the New York residence of Tucker himself, work by gifted amateurs from as far away as Illinois and North Carolina– some of the only known extant examples of these mostly unknown amateurs were saved.

Enjoy this fascinating progressive “snapshot” of Dorothy’s early life. With most mounts lacking written dates, I’ve tried to give reasonable date estimates based on her appearance in the individual series of photos.

Many years ago, as a working professional but wearing my own “dad-photog” hat, I took a once-a-year birthday portrait of my own daughter seated on the same dining room chair for the first 18 years of her life. Capturing a deliberate progression in photographs of someone’s early life can be inspiring. In that spirit and with the evidence here of Dorothy’s “rescued” life, will you not also take up the challenge?

 

Timeline: Dorothy Frances Tucker: 1899-1986

1899: Born in Stoughton, MA on August 27th.

1900: U.S. Census shows her living with her mother (Mary Carruthers Tucker) and father C.R. Tucker at 73 Clifton Place in Brooklyn, N.Y. The family would soon move to 4 Wall Street in New Brighton on Staten Island.

1907: Portrait of Dorothy holding a cat appears as part of an advertisement for Bausch and Lomb-Zeiss Tessar lenses “Home Portraits” in Camera Work XVII for January.

1910: U.S. Census shows Dorothy living with her mother and father at 90 Third St. in the borough of Richmond, N.Y. (Staten Island)

1914: Dorothy’s first brother, John Robert Tucker, (1914-1991) is born on March 3 in Staten Island.

1915: Dorothy’s second brother, Stephen Jeremiah “Jerry” Tucker, (1915-2001) is born on April 24th in Vermont.

1917: Dorothy Frances Tucker listed in Tufts College Jumbo Yearbook as matriculated. Pursuing her AB degree. Lists being from New Dorp (Staten Island) and graduate of Curtis High School.

1920: Dorothy receives her Bachelor of Arts degree as a member of the Jackson College for Women at Tufts College on June 21st  as part of the 64th Annual Commencement. (Catalogue of Tufts College 1919-1920) 

– U.S. Census lists Dorothy living in Orange County, VT with her mother and two brothers. Her mother listed as head of family. Her father was still working in New York City and may be reason he is not listed on Census. The family would eventually purchase a 125 acre farm in Randolph, VT, which they were most likely already living at in 1920.

1920-30: At some point during this decade, Dorothy was working professionally within the Harvard University Libraries system, living in Cambridge, MA.

1924: Still living in Randolph, VT, Dorothy is listed as attending the Summer session in the English school at Middlebury College. Middlebury, VT.

1925: On the New York State Census, Dorothy’s occupation is listed as teacher. She lives at 13 Greene Ave. in Brooklyn along with her father, also a teacher, and two younger brothers.

1930: At the time living in Cambridge, MA, Dorothy marries Charles Roland Tinkham in Randolph, VT on March 16. (Charles Roland Tinkham: 1886-1963) It was the second marriage for Tinkham, and Dorothy now had a stepson and stepdaughter: Roland Charles Tinkham: 1914-1994 & Edith Katharine Tinkham Costa: 1920-2003.

1931: Approximately. Dorothy retires from Harvard University library work to be a wife and mother on a Middleboro, Mass. farm.

1932: Daughter Priscilla Barbara Tinkham born.  Priscilla Barbara (Tinkham) Marshall: 1932-2010

1934: Son Henry Tinkham born.  Henry Tinkham: 1934-2019

1940: Her mother Mary (Carruthers) Tucker dies in Boston.  Mary Carruthers Tucker: 1877-1940

– U.S. Census: Dorothy’s family living at 142 Highland St., Middleborough, MA.

1956: Her father Charles Rollins Tucker passes away near Middleboro, Mass., on May 28.

1963: Her husband Charles Roland Tinkham (1886-1963) dies in May. Source: Middleboro Gazette Index: Tinkham, Charles Roland Obituary, 05/02/1963:5

1986: Dorothy passes away in Middleboro, MA on July 19th. Obituary in Middeboro Gazette:

Mrs. Charles R. Tinkham

Stoughton native

MIDDLEBORO – Dorothy F. (Tucker) Tinkham, 86, of 94 Everett St. died July 19 at St. Luke’s Hospital. She was the wife of the late Charles R. Tinkham.

A native of Stoughton, she was the daughter of Charles R. and Mary (Carruthers) Tucker. Mrs. Tinkham was graduated from Tufts University with a degree in library science and was a member of Tufts University Alumni Association.

Prior to her retirement, she had been employed as a bookkeeper at H. Tinkham and Sons Garage and Maxim Motors.

She is survived by two sons, Henry Tinkham of Middleboro, and Roland C. Tinkham of Sanbornville, N.H.; two daughters, Priscilla B. Marshall

of Raynham and Edith K. Costa of Lakeville; two brothers, Stephen Tucker of Pennsylvania and Robert Tucker of New Jersey; 10 grand-children, five great-grandchildren and one great-great-grandchild.

Graveside services were held Monday at Hope Rest Cemetery.

Donations may be made in her memory to the American Heart Association, 1105 West Chestnut St., Brockton, MA 02401.

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Afterword: Remembrance

The following loving remembrance of Dorothy from her later years is courtesy of Shannon Lacombe, her great granddaughter, as recounted by Judith Gibbs, Dorothy’s step-granddaughter:

“Another thing about your great-grandmother: she was a totally different woman when it came to her own children & grandchildren. You could see the Sun rose & set on them. Remember, I wasn’t her blood, but she was very kind & made me happy to be at the farm. She was very smart, my mother told me about her being highly educated & the head & first female librarian at Tufts in Boston? (or something equivalent to that.)

She was artistic, she made the most beautiful greeting cards for me all by hand, used dried flowers, even hay, anything from the farm, from nature, they were exquisite! I wish I had saved even one of them.

Sewing! My doll was the best dressed in the whole town. She could sew, wow, could she sew, I had the only doll with a mink coat! Actually it was rabbit: they were poor, so grandpa & the male cousins had to help hunt for meat, and she took the fur and made a coat and hat for my doll. She had a large flower garden in front of the house. She also had a way with flowers, and the front yard was like a gardener’s magazine!

I know most people at that time did canning, but grandma’s jams, whole fruits, anything & everything you could can she did & it always tasted so much better than anyone else’s. Her baked goods and pastry were to die for. I know most grandchildren say that about their grandmothers, but ours had to use a wood stove to cook on, with no running water in the house. Try cleaning up your kitchen with no running water, but she did and she did it so much better than those with running water you could eat off her floors. She was amazing.”   (lightly edited)

Shannon Lacombe also noted Dorothy’s legacy continues to nurture an artistic bent running within her own family:

“It was definitely amazing to hear that she (Dorothy) was so artistic, which she passed on to her daughter Priscilla. And though my father did not know anything about them, he is also rather artistic…which I have inherited as well.”

This is the first of a two-part blog post: Revealed: C.R. Tucker: Restless Wanderer with a Camera. It uncovers a life once lost to history: the fascinating story of public school educator and amateur photographer Charles Rollins Tucker, 1868-1956. Our post concludes with an in-depth historical timeline of Tucker’s life. For fifteen years, since acquiring an archive of his work, I’ve been wanting to do a deep-dive into the life of American amateur photographer C.R. Tucker. Perhaps the most important role of this website is to uncover the past lives of anonymous photographers, whose life details have been entirely lost to history. It’s not that he was some lost genius behind the camera, say in the mold of the acknowledged masters of the medium: those have already been, and continue to be, documented and celebrated in the historical canon. In this vein, and to its credit as a medium that continually fascinates by revealing secrets with a bit of digging, Tucker’s photographic life story- began around the time he graduated high school in 1887- can give all of us a relatable way to see how a hobby born 138 years ago can be a life-long journey of exploration rather than a short term dalliance.

The fact that so much photographic history has been lost, an area I expound upon in the second part of this post, makes the rare opportunity to examine but one of these early lives in greater detail based on the remains of that photographic record- water staining, mildew and the effects of improper storage on some of these images seen here being besides the point- an anomaly I wanted to celebrate.

What drove my interest further in discovering and piecing together C.R. Tucker’s life story was that his own career of someone who made his living- not in photography- but as a public school educator for about 45 years- is a realistic example of what dedicated amateurs faced in the early years of the medium, particularly during the Pictorial era of artistic photography.

This main hurdle of course, was cost. Beyond the simplified “you press the button, we do the rest” mantra, which of course revolutionized the massive participation in making photography a popular hobby, required a good bit of money. Think: home dark rooms, a more expensive plate camera, mounting supplies, postage fees for entering competitions, subscriptions to photographic magazines, etc. etc. And this of course did not include the most valuable component: the cost of someone’s free time to be deliberate and open to learning about photographic process and technique needing plenty of time to perfect and master.

Fortunately, C.R. Tucker had the perfect mind and circumstance to take this all on, and his love for history made him an ideal vessel to create historical documents that are the very definition of photographs themselves. That mind? He was a scientist in practical terms but historian at heart. Born in Canton, MA in 1868, and one of only two to graduate from his small town Massachusetts high school in 1887, he went on to receive both his bachelors and masters degrees from Tufts College outside of Boston. These were entirely complimentary for an advanced amateur photographer for that era: in 1891, a bachelors in the speciality of chemistry and physics and in 1894, a master of arts degree.

These degrees and his love of people-especially children- would serve him well in a fruitful career as a teacher in public education for the next 45 years.

Through many fits and starts since acquiring the “C.R. Tucker Trove” of photographs,  I’ve been able to piece together a truly fascinating life: a quintessentially American life at that- glued together by the love of his family and fueled by his own expansive, inquisitive mind.

Beginnings, Wanderings & Jumbo the Elephant

C.R. Tucker’s father George was a farmer and his mother Myra a homemaker. Although its assumed the Tucker family did not possess generational wealth based on the occupation of his father, pastures back then seemed greener in the American West, literally: especially for a farmer. With this in mind, when Charles was only four years old, he and his family traveled in a “prairie schooner”, better known as a covered wagon, in search of fortune to Missouri. That dream got detoured however, and the family pivoted north, to the state of Wisconsin. There, Charles found himself living in a log cabin for five years in the mid 1870s. Miraculously, a photograph of that log cabin survives to this day, and can be seen with this post. How many family’s in the 21st century can say their forebears grew up in a log cabin along with an actual picture to prove it?!

 

Personal history obviously made quite an impression on Charles. In keeping with the idea of “home”, an early cabinet card believed taken by him in the late 1880’s, when he was still in high school or early in college, shows the oldest known American home- then or now- in existence: the Fairbanks House in Dedham, MA. Even then, as an impressionable newcomer to photography, he must have known of its significance, one worthy of his early efforts behind the camera. In contrast to his old childhood log cabin, the Fairbanks house, dating to 1641, is the oldest surviving timber-frame house in North America.

In the Spring of his sophomore year at Tufts, April, 3, 1889, an opportunity featuring a different kind of home crossed paths with Tucker’s amateur photography skills. This took the form of the the newly built Barnum Museum of Natural History on campus. For the future secretary of the brand new Tufts Camera Club, Charles Tucker got to record history in photographing a unique specimen of the circus impresario Barnum: his former colossus, the now stuffed Jumbo the Elephant.  Mounted on a platform before being moved and placed on exhibit inside the new museum, Several of Tucker’s photographs, including the one with this post, were quickly turned into crude woodcuts: used to illustrate an article written by Tufts graduate and Boston Daily Globe reporter Julien C. Edgerly for the April 4, 1889 edition. In March, 2015, I used this original brown-toned, gelatin silver print of Jumbo mounted as a cabinet card to illustrate a news story on how Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus was going to retire their performing pachyderms. Alas, other than a small photo not held by this archive of the artist’s dorm room, no other currently identified photographs taken by the college student-in the capacity of his camera club membership or otherwise- are known to survive.

But what of another future home, this time for the family residence of an older C.R. Tucker? A futuristic one of course, the perfect manifestation for someone who then made his living as a high school physics teacher. A revolutionary structure built ca. 1904-05, this abode was built entirely of concrete, owned by Tucker and his wife Mary as its second owners when purchased with the aid of a mortgage in 1906.

Designed by the important American architect Robert Waterman Gardner, who pioneered using reinforced concrete in residential construction, the home brought me down more than one rabbit hole in my research. Recently, with the evidence of several interior photographs of the home I purchased included with the Tucker “trove”, a wonderful discovery was made. This was an August, 1906 article (begins: p. 88) showcasing the residence in American Homes and Gardens magazine. Delightfully, who would show up in several of the uncredited halftone photographs published with this article? Tucker’s daughter Dorothy, a little over six years old, sitting by herself, unidentified, perched on the edge of the ground level veranda.

Located in the New Dorp area of Staten Island, N.Y. but unfortunately now demolished, the magazine lay claim at the time of publication that it was “the first building of this character to be constructed in New York City.” Historians of early concrete homes will find new things to ponder, and the article and published floor plans gave me further insight into the location and backdrop for many of the Dorothy and Tucker family photographs included in the larger archive.

 

A Public School Teaching Career Informed from the Age of 10

There he matriculated in an old red school house – Seems to have garnered a good deal out of it, too- 1949

…but wherever Charles Tucker is his heart and his camera capture children. Wherever he is he is the sun to which the children, like sunflowers, turn.  -The Alden Letter, 1950

Principal of Procter Academy, Provo, Utah, for one year; Principal of West Boylston, MA, High School; Submaster in Quincy, MA High School; Working in the Educational Department at the YMCA (Springfield, MA Training School); Assistant instructor in physics at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, N.Y.; Physics teacher at Stapleton High School in New Brighton on Staten Island; Physics teacher at the brand-new Curtis High School on Staten Island; long-time professor of physics at Manual Training High School in Brooklyn, N.Y. These teaching assignments made up the bulk of C.R. Tucker’s 45-year public teaching career, and could be looked on as a testament to his being a pragmatist in what surely were the fickle ministrations over the decades of an ever changing series of administrations.  But what can be assumed through it all, as evidenced by the above 1950 quote, is that the children and young adults he taught made it all worthwhile for him.

Reportedly warm in personality: a proven public speaker with the capacity for humor in telling a good story, he cuts a dashing figure in surviving photographs. Wearing an ever-present silk cravat but with the contradiction of tousled hair in throwing off the look in several surviving photographs, Tucker at the end of the day was a realist. To wit, in his 1956 obituary, his good friend E. Huling Woodworth, the deputy governor general of the General Society of Mayflower Descendants, quoted Tucker that he went to New York City in the promotion of his teaching career: “simply because they paid me more money”. Around 1920, the amateur photographer seemed to have had enough however. Looking back much later in life, he said: “I tried teaching for 45 years; decided I couldn’t do it, and when they told me they would rather pay me than have me around, I bought a Vermont farm, but I kept on teaching, to try to pay farm expenses; I am now living on the interest of what I lost, trying to be a farmer”.

And all the while, the photographic evidence taken in promotion of his hobby, both inside and outside that teaching career, was most important to him. He used his amateur camera to photograph some of his students, even going as far as displaying mounted examples in his own home, and became, in effect, an in-house yearbook style photographer. For Curtis High School especially, Tucker photographed students and teachers alike. He also recorded events, like a class boat trip and sporting scenes: a panoramic showing a a long line of young women exulting in exercise- part of an outdoor gym class.

Preserved decades later by his son Stephen “Jerry” Tucker, and subsequently purchased by this archive many years after his passing, these mounted and unmounted photographs-some printed in platinum- are beautiful pictorialist records of early 20th Century American High School life. Some of the hand-written titles on the versos of just some of these mounted and unmounted photographs: “Curtis High School Girl”;  “Curtis High School Girl in Costume of a Play”; “Apple Blossoms”: a genre photograph celebrating Spring featuring a student wearing a long dress ornamented by sunflowers; “Curtis HS Elocution Teacher”, and many others.

Mayflower Descendant & Later Life

“I had a lot of fun tracing ancestry back to counts and no-accounts, especially the early American families. I found 6 Mayflower ancestors (John Alden was one) 11 Revolutionary ancestors, one Indian, one witch (hanged in Salem, 1692). The Ball and Adams families (whence President Washington and the Adams)”. –Charles Rollins Tucker

 

In the late 1930’s and through the early 1950’s, Tucker was living in Brooklyn and active as the Vice-President of The Alden Kindred of New York City and Vicinity. As a long-descended related “cousin” of Mayflower passenger John Alden, the Alden Kindred was then, and is still today, an active Mayflower descendant society named after English pilgrims John and Priscilla Mullins Alden. Before the untimely passing of the photographer’s wife Mary in 1940, Tucker and his wife would host chapter meetings in their home. Later, in the pages of the Alden Kindred “Gossip”, a newsletter reporting on the happenings of the society as well as the private accomplishments of its members, the musings regarding “cousin” Tucker were duly reported.

Here’s one example, from a 1949 “Gossip” article with the headline: Charles Rollins Tucker, (Expert with the Camera) showing that even at 80 years of age, the photographer was still passionate for a hobby believed to have begun in his high school years:

Now C.R.T’s. color photographs have carried his reputation along the eastern coast from Key West through Maine. He estimates that he has 3,000 slides. He is expert in catching the significant moods of flowering plants and of little children in their own habitat. His slides in Art League exhibits “steal the show”.

From the same article, the invocation of Shakespeare as poet ultimately defined him, his optimistic view of life made relevant from all its ordinary moments, and here, with photographic evidence for the ages:

Mr. Tucker loves people, but does not need them to keep himself happy and busy.- Shakespere climaxes him as “seeing good in everything”.

 

Historical Timeline: Charles Rollins Tucker: 1868-1956

1868: Born in Canton, MA on December 18. (source: Tufts College Yearbook) A major discrepancy exists: his headstone indicates 1869, and his 1956 obituary details in the Middleborough Gazette stated he died at 87 years old.

1880: Charles, 11, living with family in Hubbardston, Worcester, MA. His father George is a farmer and mother Myra a housekeeper. (George Lewis Tucker: Jan. 16, 1843-May 19, 1907) (Myra F. Tucker: 1848-1927)

1887: Graduates from Stoughton High School, Stoughton, MA. In his class of 15 students, he was one of only two who graduated. In 1892, his younger brother Lewis L. Tucker, would not graduate.

– Matriculates at Tufts College, Medford, MA in September, in the “Philosophical course”.

1889-90: At Tufts, he is Secretary of the Camera Club in his junior year and member in his senior year; Secretary and treasurer of Reading-Room Association, 1889-90; member of the Sketch Club as a sophomore; member of the tennis club earlier.

1890: He’s the Vice-President of the 1891 Junior class at Tufts; self-quotation listed in yearbook: “He has a lean and hungry look; such men are dangerous. -Shakspere“. As a junior, during the annual Prize Speaking and Reading ceremony at College Hall on June 10, he gives the speech: “Plea for the Old South Church”, by Phillips. First delivered in 1876 by Wendall Phillips, the speech saved the Boston landmark church from destruction, affirmingTucker’s interest in preserving and advocating for American history.

1891: Graduates Tufts with bachelors degree, Ph.B. in chemistry and physics.

– As principal of Somerset, MA High School, he began teaching pupils in 15 subjects, in the one-room school located on Pierce’s Bluff off of South Street.

1892: Principal of Procter Academy, Provo, Utah, for one year.

1894: Receives his Master of Arts from Tufts College.

1895: Principal of West Boylston, MA, High School.

1896: Submaster in Quincy, MA High School.

1897: Working in the Educational Department at the YMCA (Springfield, MA Training School)

1898: In September, becomes an assistant instructor in physics at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn, N.Y. 

– Marriage to Mary Carruthers on July 29 in Manhattan, New York.

1899: Daughter Dorothy born in Stoughton, MA on August 27.

1900: US Census: living with wife Mary and daughter Dorothy at 73 Clifton Place in Brooklyn.

– Family moves to 4 Wall Street in New Brighton on Staten Island.

1903: Tucker listed as a teacher in the High School Department at Public School 14 located at Broad and Brook Streets in Stapleton, Borough of Richmond, Staten Island. He most likely had been teaching here before 1903. (source: Directory of Teachers in the Public Schools 1903)

– Becomes a member of the Staten Island Institute of Arts and Sciences as well as the Natural Science Association of Staten Island.

1904: Transfers, from PS 14, to the brand new (George William) Curtis High School, where he continued teaching physics. Opened in February, Curtis was the first high school built on Staten Island. (source: notice: School: Devoted to the Public Schools and Educational Interests”, issue for December 25, 1903)

1905: His name appears on the Curtis High School teaching roster published in The Journal of the Board of Education of the City of New York. His yearly salary in 1905 is $1960.00, with a proposed increase for 1906 to $2042.50. His address continues to be 4 Wall Street in New Brighton.

– Receives an honorable mention in the Photo Era Portrait Competition.

1906: In October, Tucker and his wife take out a mortgage for a revolutionary home made entirely of concrete in New Dorp, Staten Island at 90 Third Street from Eleanor Gardner, believed to be the lender. Built ca. 1904-1905, it was designed by Robert Waterman Gardner, 1866-1937, president of the New York Society of Craftsmen, an architect who pioneered using reinforced concrete in residential construction. The Tucker’s were the second owners of the home after the first, W.J. Steel. 

– His photograph “The Mill”, taken in West Bridgewater, MA, is published in the June issue of the Photo-Era. It showed he was a member of The Postal Photographic Club of the United States. The accompanying article outlined the club was founded in early 1885, with membership strictly limited to 40 all residing east of the Ohio River.

1907: In January, a portrait of his daughter Dorothy holding a cat appears as part of an advertisement for Bausch and Lomb-Zeiss Tessar lenses “Home Portraits” in Camera Work XVII.

– Tucker now listed as member of the Postal Camera Club, with a history first dating to 1900 and a roster from around the country, including California.  One of his award-winning photographs for the club,  “Day Dreams”, held by this archive, was widely discussed and published in 1907.

– Writes article: “The Pleasures of Winter Photography”, for the December issue of Suburban Life Magazine.

1908: Gives a New York City public schools lecture: “Pictorial Photography” in November and December at Public Schools 62 and 63.

1910: American Photography magazine reports C.R. Tucker is a member of: “A New portfolio club has been organized among the advanced workers in the territory east of the Ohio River and north of Washington, D. C.” (other members include: W. H. Zerbe, C. F. Clarke, S. B. Phillips, Miss Katherine Bingham, H. W. Schonewolf and others) “Membership is by election after circulation of samples of work, and only those of marked ability are desired.”

1911: In what was probably a recalibration of the earlier 1910 portfolio club, The Photo Era announces the formation of: The New Postal Photographic Club: C.R. Tucker of New Dorp is a member: “A New pictorial Photographic Album Club has just been started. It has not yet been christened, but a vote is now being taken to determine its title.”

“The album is making its first round and the prints contained therein show most painstaking efforts to put it on a parity with any similar club of the country, and when we take into consideration the active and pictorial workers of this club, we feel justified in predicting its success.”

1914: Tucker’s first son,  John Robert Tucker, (1914-1991) is born on March 3 on Staten Island.

– Listed as being in charge of the Tottenville Annex of Curtis High School, and an assistant teacher of physics. Continues to live at 90 Third St., New Dorp, S.I. with the telephone # 922-J Tottenville (Ext. of P.S. 1)

1915: His second son, Stephen Jeremiah “Jerry” Tucker, (1915-2001) is born on April 24th in Vermont.

– At the Tottenville Annex, Tucker heads up the Junior Audubon (Society) Class. An article published by the Macmillan Co. states: “This class has no stated meetings, we are informed by Charles H. Tucker, (sic) the leader, but makes the study of birds a part of the regular work in biology, using the Educational Leaflets as a text-book, and paying especial attention to the economic value of the birds studies.”

1916: The January issue of The Museum Bulletin of the Staten Island Association of Arts and Sciences lists a free illustrated lecture for children by Tucker: “A Visit to the Wisconsin Indians.” A later issue stated 100 people attended.

– While continuing to teach public school, Tucker is listed as President of the South Shore Savings and Loan Association, at No. 11 Sixth Street in New Dorp, Staten Island. The bank commenced business in 1915. The presidency of the bank was taken over by A.J. Grout in 1917, and he assumed that position through at least 1928.

1917: Charles and Mary Tucker sell house at 90 Third St. in April to Dr. Abel Joel and Grace Grout. The home was later purchased in 1922 by the Catholic Diocese for use as Our Lady Queen of Peace Rectory. The present rectory building was built in 1951 and is red brick. It’s assumed the Tucker’s concrete block home was leveled to build the present structure. From the history of the rectory: “Instead, he negotiated with Doctor Grout whose home was situated on Cloister Place and Third Street, but whose property flowed around the corner onto New Dorp Lane. The Grout Home was to become the rectory and the wooded land became the site of the church and school.”

– Dorothy Frances Tucker listed in Tufts College Jumbo Yearbook as matriculated and pursuing her AB degree. Lists being from New Dorp (Staten Island) and graduate of Curtis High School.

– Its believed around this time Tucker joined the faculty of Manual Training High School in Brooklyn, N.Y. as professor of physics, with his 1956 obituary stating he retired from the school about 1939.

1920: Dorothy receives her Bachelor of Arts degree as a member of the Jackson College for Women at Tufts College on June 21 at the 64th Annual Commencement.

1925: On the New York State Census, Charles occupation is listed as teacher. He lives at 13 Greene Ave. in Brooklyn along with daughter Dorothy, also a teacher, and two younger sons.

1929: Mentioned in Alden Kindred “Gossip” that he was teaching at the Manuel Training High School of Brooklyn, N.Y. At the time, The Gossip was a publication of  The Alden Kindred of America, a Mayflower descendant society named after pilgrims John and Priscilla Mullins Alden.

– Additionally mentioned in the “Gossip” this year- pertaining to his photo skills:  “The Green Mountain Club has awarded a second prize in a photographic contest to our Cousin C. R. Tucker of Brooklyn and Randolph, Vt. The scene is a delightful section of Lake Mansfield and Nebraska Notch with a cross section of mountain region which is almost impossible to catch with a camera and keep the picture clear in perspective. Both in composition and development very careful thought had been given and the prize was well deserved.”

1932: Writes poem:

Freedom  

When the city’s narrow street

Meets the broad highway and gives

Glimpse of space and sky and cloud

Beyond the noisy throngs that crowd,

That is momentary joy.

But when at last my sentence here shall end

Free from this ceaseless shirl of work

and care

(Another waits to better fill my place)

I can forever leave this noisy race,

That will be lasting joy.

1933: Living at 13 Greene Ave. Brooklyn. During this time and much later, Tucker was the Vice-President of The Alden Kindred of New York City and Vicinity.

1934: Charles and Mary Tucker living at 108 South Elliott Place, Brooklyn.

1935: Notice in the Alden Kindred Gossip that Charles Tucker had retired from his teaching job in New York City: “Extra! Extra! Charles Rollins Tucker has retired and does not expect to teach in New York City any longer. The family is moving to Vermont immediately, where their address is “Route 2, Randolph”. Mr. Tucker writes that they will miss the Alden meetings and often think of us on the first Saturday of the month, and shall look eagerly for “GOSSIP”.  Bon voyage; bon repose.” (note: his obituary stated he worked until around 1939)

1936:  From the “Gossip”: “In August, Mr. and Mrs. Charles Rollins Tucker drove to Ann Arbor, Mich.,via Saratoga, Howes Caverns, Niagara Falls, through Ontario to Detroit, and back by way of Toledo, the Cleveland Fair, Adirondacks, Ticonderoga, Brandon Pass, & c. Son Bob enrolled at the University of Michigan as a senior. The Tuckers will live In Ann Arbor during the Winter, leaving Randolph September 15th. Before going, they were to visit their daughter, Dorothy Tinkham, mother of 2 children, at Rock, Mass.” (Rock Village was located in the town of Middleborough)

1939: Is reported from obituary to have retired from his public school teaching career.

1940: US Census: Tucker living with wife Mary and son Jerry in Randolph, VT

– Mary Carruthers Tucker dies in Boston.

1943: (approx.) Starts Wintering in Mt. Dora, Florida. (one address printed in the Gossip was 916 Grandview Ave.)

1949: The following overview of the life of Tucker appeared in the May issue of The Alden Letter, No. 47:

CHARLES ROLLINS TUCKER, (EXPERT WITH THE CAMERA.)

In the 28 April, 1949 issue of Mount Dora Topic ( Mount Dora, Lake Co., Fla.) Mabel Norris Reese has expressed something of the lovableness and gentle humor which characterize our Alden Kindred official member, Charles Rollins Tucker.

The author quotes from Mr. Tucker: “I tried teaching for 45 years; decided I couldn’t do it, and when they told me they would rather pay me than have me around, I bought a Vermont farm, but I kept on teaching, to try to pay farm expenses; I am now living on the interest of what I lost, trying to be a farmer”.

It was like Charles Tucker to say nothing of the heartbreak when Death took his companionable wife, while they were still Vermonters. Nor is there mention of the 1938 hurricane which crashed through their precious capital, in sugar maple groves.

Nothing of the anxious loneliness while World War II held son, Jerry, for 4 years in the Pacific.

Miss Reese notes that Charles was born in Canton, Mass.; at 4 years, with his family traveled in a prairie schooner to Missouri; shortly afterward moved on to Wisconsin for 5 years in a log cabin; at 10 returned with the rest of the Tuckers to Massachusetts.

There he matriculated in an old red school house – Seems to have garnered a good deal out of it, too- He went to Tufts College and a bachelor degree in 1891. But “not satisfied with being a bachelor, I took another college year to be a Master.”

Charles began teaching pupils in 15 subjects, in a one-room Mass. school; continued teaching as principal of an academy In Utah; went to New York City – “simply because they paid me more money”: stayed there for the rest of his teaching life, as a high school instructor.

As to Charles Tucker’s avocations, he says regarding genealogy: “I had a lot of fun tracing ancestry back to counts and no-accounts, especially the early American families. I found 6 Mayflower ancestors (John Alden was one) 11 Revolutionary ancestors, one Indian, one witch (hanged in Salem, 1692). The Ball and Adams families (whence President Washington and the Adams)”.

Now C.R.T’s. color photographs have carried his reputation along the eastern coast from Key West through Maine. He estimates that he has 3,000 slides.

He is expert in catching the significant moods of flowering plants and of little children in their own habitat. His slides in Art League exhibits “steal the show”.

Mr. Tucker loves people, but does not need them to keep himself happy and busy.- Shakespere climaxes him as “seeing good in everything”.

He spent last October alone in Aldenwood, N.C. a mountain cabin – in a wide spread community of 14 houses, 90 souls and 5 surnames: McCall, Anderson, Devore, Hogshed, Owen. They were 17 miles from a grocery store, 25 miles from a movie – One day the community jammed a mountain schoolhouse to see for the first time an outside world interpreted to them by Chas. Tucker.

For 6 years Mr. Tucker has spent his winters in Florida. Last Dec. 18 he was quietly reading away his 80 anniversary when he heard whispers and stifled giggles: The door flew open, and there a host of children were shouting, “Нарру Birthday, Mr. Tucker!” The head ones were bearing a table radio, which the younglings had “chipped in” to get for their most beloved friend. When Mr. Tucker centers a group of little people, one is minded of a scene in Galilee 2,000 years ago.

Mr. Tucker generally comes back to Middleboro, Mass. in a leisurely trip – This year he is trying to reach Aldenwood, N.C. while the shrubbery, delayed by unseasonable cold spells is in top bloom. Two years ago he and son Jerry took 2300 miles of mountain and valley loveliness into their trailer home of 21 days – Throngs of people have gone along with them.

The children of C.R. and Mrs. Tucker could not but be fine also- S. Jerry, after his 4 years of Pacific war service is with the N.H. Cattle Breeding Ass’n, John Robert is in U.S. Testing Co., Hoboken, N.J., Dorothy, the oldest, retired from Harvard U. library work to be a wife and mother on a Middleboro, Mass. farm. At an annual meeting of Alden Kindred in Duxbury a few years ago we heard this proudest grandfather ever, presenting a lovely first grandbaby as “Miss Priscilla Alden, Barbara Standish” – I think her real name is Barbara Tinkham – and that now other grandchildren have carried on the Alden Standish lines.  (pp. 295-7)

1951: Attends 60th reunion of his class at Tufts College, renamed Tufts University in 1955.

1956: Charles Rollins Tucker passes away near Middleboro, Mass., on Monday, May 28.

Obituary: The Alden Letter: No. 132, June, 1956

CHARLES ROLLINS TUCKER, former Vice-President of the Alden Kindred of New York City and Vicinity, went to sleep in his chair, in his tiny little home near Middleboro, Mass., on Monday, May 28 1956, and never woke up. His funeral service was conducted by a Congregational minister the following Thursday, and Burial was in Maplewood Cemetery, Stoughton, Mass. Survivors include a daughter, Mrs. Roland Tinkham of Middleboro, two sons, Jerry Tucker of Susquehanna, Pa. and Robert Tucker of Teaneck, N.J., three grandchildren and at least one great-grandchild. His wife, the late Mary (Carruthers) Tucker, died in 1940.

Mr. Tucker would have been 88 in December and was born at Canton, Mass. He graduated from Tufts College in 1891 and attended the 60th reunion of his class in 1951. He held the degree of Bachelor of Arts and also Master of Arts.

After teaching in Utah some years, he returned East and was in YMCA work for a short time and taught at Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, N.Y. He then entered the New York City public school system and served as teacher and principal on Staten Island. But the major portion of his teaching career was as professor of physics at Manual Training High School in Brooklyn, N.Y. He retired about 1939.

For many years, he retained a summer home on a 125-acre farm at Randolph, Vermont, where several of the New York Kindred visited him. He was an ardent hiker and had several times hiked the entire Long Trail of Vermont, from Massachusetts to Canada. After retirement, he gave up the Vermont farm and he and Mrs. Tucker went to live with their daughter at Middleboro. Mrs. Tucker soon died, and Mr. Tucker established a little summer home near his daughter’s house. He spent his winters in Florida, except for one winter sojourn in Phoenix, Arizona, and the last two winters when he stayed in Massachusetts. For several years, in going to and from Florida, he spent the months of May and October at ALDENWOOD, the mountain cabin of the Huling Woodworths in western North Carolina. He took thousands of color photographs and gave slide showings in Florida, Arizona, South Carolina, Georgia, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts. Many people have had many hours of enjoyment from his beautiful slides and the sweet whimsicality of his accompanying comments. He will be sorely missed by many.

Alden Letter is indebted to Huling Woodworth, his host at Aldenwood, for the outline of Mr. Tucker’s life quoted above. June 8, ’56.  E.A.P.  (Eudora Alden Philip-editor) note: E. Huling Woodworth was the deputy governor general of the General Society of Mayflower Descendants who compiled the “Mayflower Register” of descendants. He died in 1964.

Passion, joy, yearning, and dreaming are common to Cutting’s vocabulary, as, implicitly, they are to his photographs. ⎯ Ellie Reichlin

Spring is finally upon us in New England, so I’m making the excuse of showcasing a few more examples of the beautiful work of Wayland, MA resident Alfred Wayland Cutting. (1860-1935)  Pulled from an 1905-1906 Cutting album acquired by PhotoSeed in 2022, these delicate platinum prints may just be the inspiration for you to explore the beauty and magic emerging in your own backyard: the wonder of the season after their Winter slumber.

The Wayland Historical Society describes Cutting as someone who “always had his camera with him.” A lifelong bachelor, he was the sixth generation of Cuttings to live in Wayland, MA going back to  1713. Born in Boston, he spent 19 years of his life there as a bank teller after graduation from English High School. He then moved to Wayland for good around the turn of the 20th Century, devoting countless hours to his photography.

Historic New England, based in Boston, the oldest and largest regional preservation organization in the United States, holds the largest collection of extant photographs and other ephemera by Alfred Wayland Cutting: a body of work that commenced when he acquired his first camera, in 1881, to the early 1930’s. By 1927, this archive had already numbered short of 4000 examples.

Here are three insights into the working methods of Alfred Wayland Cutting, from research conducted by the late Ellie Reichlin, former curator of acquisitions at the Harvard Peabody Museum and then Director of Archives at the Society for the Preservation of New England Antiquities in Boston. From the exhibition brochure: “The Old Life Silently Passed: Photographs by Alfred Wayland Cutting (1860-1935):

Cutting was an intensely serious photographic artist and craftsman, steeped in the precepts of art photography and pictorialism, which emerged in the late 1880s and early 1890s as a liberating alternative to the sharply detailed documentary styles that had dominated photography’s first four decades. 

He loved Wayland, Massachusetts, where his ancestral roots ran generations deep, with a devotion that verged on reverence.

For all the local significance of Cutting’s work, it would be a mistake to characterize him principally as a Wayland photographer, or as Wayland’s photographer, even though he-with Yankee disdain for the high-falutin’-might have protested efforts to intellectualize or magnify his accomplishments. He described himself unpretentiously as an “amateur or semi-professional.”

Concord Hymn

“By the Rude Bridge That

Arched the Flood,

Their Flag to April’s

Breeze Unfurled,

Here Once the Embattled

Farmers Stood,

And Fired the Shot Heard

Round the World.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson  1837

Bad luck. At least for one distant relation. On official battle cry orders, the second soldier to die on April 19, 1775— the very moment which started the American Revolutionary War—was my direct cousin, private Abner Hosmer, not quite 21 years old, a member of the Acton, MA Minute Men.

Today, April 19, 2025, we, now the American nation, pay tribute to his fellow Massachusetts townsfolk—those approximately 400 colonial soldiers who went into battle against 96 British Regulars at the Old North Bridge in Concord, Massachusetts. It was their bravery that began the epic conquest and eventual success to cast off their English king in becoming a new nation and free republic.

The last time I visited Concord was in my childhood. The Hosmer line sprouts from my maternal side, and I’m sure my mom was her usual stern yet patient New England self in trying to explain the significance of our ancestor and what happened in this place. But no. I remember the bridge and perhaps a vague memory of someone dressed in a tricorn hat, but that is all that registers now, thinking back. But 50 years forward to the present? A load of difference.

And, as one of those descendants, I will not mince words now. I’m scared for our country and ashamed of what is happening in the name of it. But what I saw in Concord yesterday was downright beautiful.

 

In what has become a long-time annual tradition, a group of Acton, MA and other local town residents gather and march behind the Minute Men bearing that old town’s name: the annual Isaac Davis Trail March. The Acton group are American Revolutionary War reenactors who celebrate that fateful day by marching at dawn nearly seven miles to the Old North Bridge in Concord. They are led by a gentleman playing the role of Captain Isaac Davis, “the leader of the Acton Minute Company who sounded the alarm shots to rally his men to come to his house and prepare to head off for Concord,” according to the company’s website.

 

This year, due to events surrounding Concord’s direct 250th anniversary role in “The Shot Heard Round the World,” and the massive amount of people expected on town streets, many of which will be closed due to a parade and other Patriot Day Weekend events, the Acton company made the decision to do the trail march a day early.

So let me end with this, while getting back to that “beautiful” statement thing I mentioned a few lines ago. The 100 or so townsfolk following along yesterday—to my eye—were from all walks of life, nationalities and genders, along with a Boy Scout troop thrown in for good measure. Basically, the American Melting Pot, in real life, practicing their Constitutionally-protected right to assemble while keeping in marching step to the flute and drummer ahead of them playing a spirited rendition of the White Cockade, the traditional Scottish folk song. And, as luck would have it, at the conclusion of several musket volleys over the Old North Bridge, I ran into a fellow Hosmer descendant from another line of the family. A hug for both of us, and not bad luck at all 250 years later.

From time to time, one of the benefits of having an archive of your photographs online is someone out of the blue will contact you with a revelation.

To wit, historian Robert Bagnall contacted me last week with news a portrait by the fashionable Fifth Ave. photographers The Misses Selby in my collection: “Woman with her West Highland White Terrier” actually had a painted twin. 

What you see here, next to the Selby photograph, is that revelation: the oil portrait “Jean Walker Simpson with Rob Roy, her West Highland White Terrier“. (my title) From a private collection, and with our thanks to reproduce it here, it was painted by the Spaniard Joaquín Sorolla (1863-1923) in 1909. The painting is signed and dated in the lower left corner by Sorolla and seen here cropped to the inner part of its gilded frame.

Robert Bagnall’s research into the subject of the work- Jean Walker Simpson-lead him to discover she lived at:

“926 Fifth Avenue. Her parents, John Woodruff Simpson and Kate Seney Simpson, were noted art collectors – among other things, the first major American collectors of Rodin’s work and early patrons of Steichen, whose studio was across the street from the Selbys.”

He further informed me the dog’s name was Rob Roy, and the Simpson family purchased him in Scotland in 1908. (no knowledge if the dog’s namesake and personality lived up to the legend of his Scottish outlaw folk hero)

Another interesting tidbit: the famous American photographer Gertrude Käsebier photographed Joaquín Sorolla c. 1908, possibly around the same time as the Misses Selby portrait here. That work can be seen at the Philadelphia Museum of Art.

Although perhaps only a young teen in this portrait, Jean Walker Simpson’s (1897-1980) legacy endures to this day, after establishing the John Woodruff Simpson Memorial Library in East Craftsbury VT when her father passed in 1920. Her library legacy continues to grow, with it becoming a vibrant community resource and driving force in the cultural life of East Craftsbury.

 

It seems relevant to look to a chapter of America’s past-that of the so-called “Gilded Age” whose unchecked power and monopolies ran most things in the late 19th and early 20th Centuries, while seeking out clues to the unsustainable wealth, as well as racial and environmental disparities of the present-day.

In defending artistic expression, the history and beauty of past accomplishments: in the form of art, photographs, literature, musical scores, etc. is top of mind in the evolving form of this website. Of course, the transformational technologies that created and maintain the modern internet have made this possible in the first place, but maintaining our Democratic ideals, all within a Constitutional framework- keeps things honest, in check, and crucially- from falling apart.

And yet the mantra of late seems to reward those going really fast, while things have started to break.  Asking questions does not seem to figure into certain algorithms- or at least those programmed by a computer. Meanwhile, the ones running the show seem to be closing their eyes while flipping all the switches. What could possibly go wrong? Uncharted for now, but devastating in a most human and personal way for those swept up in the present.

These so-called mandates, earned by our esteemed prophets of commerce in the seeking of the new, belies an absolute absence of what was once known as “wisdom”, at least in what I formerly understood to be the meaning of that word pertaining to government action and sound public policy. I for one am sober to the reality of what I’m looking at. I may not like it, but I’m planning on keeping my eyes open, all the same. I hope you feel similarly, while maintaining vigilance and honesty in calling out the truth staring back at us.

 

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