Mystery Photo

I've inherited hundreds of photographs, and the identities of many of the subjects are a mystery to me. I'll be posting these photos periodically, with the hope that someone will recognize them.

Do you know who this beautiful woman is?

The Frank Lytle House

Sister Rhonda (right), nephew, Vas, and me at the Frank Lytle House.

Descendants of John Frank Lytle (1854-1939) of Mecklenburg County, N.C., can learn more about his incredible life and his home, thanks to Charlotte-Mecklenburg Historic Preservation's website.

Lytle was my great-great grandfather. He was born a slave and became a prominent farmer and businessman in Mecklenburg County.

All of the Lytle children attended college. Two schools were named after the Lytle family -- Lytle's Grove School, which was a Rosenwald School, and the Torrence-Lytle School built in 1937, originally called the Huntersville Colored High School. The original Huntersville Colored School was built prior to 1925 (under Tuskegee), and rebuilt in 1925-26 with matching Rosenwald funds. The first school was organized by John Frank Lytle and Isaac Dale "Ike" Torrence.

The Frank Lytle house was demolished a few years ago, which broke my heart. I still can't bring myself to drive down that road.

I would love to see photographs of Lytle and other family members if anyone has them to share. I also collect funeral programs.

Related links:

• Another Frank Lytle in N.C.
• Rosenwald School Database
• Rosenwald Schools - National Trust
• Rosenwald Schools - NPR
• NC Rosenwald School Web Map

Familiar Flavors

Grandma Madie and me with the day's catch.
Kannapolis, N.C., c. 1972.

When I moved to Sapelo Island, Ga., in 2005, my new husband began trying to teach me about the old ways of hunting and cooking and eating. I had to let him know that, although I was a city girl, I grew up fishing with my dad, and I watched him and my uncles go hunting early in the morning in North Carolina, and bring back sacks of rabbits and what-not. I looked on as my grandmothers battered and fried fresh fish and cooked possum, rabbit and squirrel. My grandparents had large gardens with greens and tomatoes, beans and peas, and they cooked from scratch. These experiences, these flavors and foodways made Sapelo feel like home to me. 

We're all related...

Source: www.ted.com

Slave Ship Animation

Library of Congress Prints & Photographs

A lot of websites claim they'll blow my mind. I'm usually disappointed. But the slave ship animation on the site Voyages: The Transatlantic Slave Trade Database got my attention.

Each dot represents a ship packed with kidnapped and tortured human beings -- mothers and daughters, sons and fathers -- leaving Africa, crossing the Atlantic to the Americas to be enslaved.

I watched from beginning to end, and I will never be able to wrap my mind around it.

Click on the "Animation" tab.

Finding Images

Lewis Wickes Hine (1874-1940) /Library of Congress

If you're looking for images from your community, try the Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Online Catalog. Many of the images have no known restrictions on their use. When I entered the search term "Lancaster, South Carolina," the result was several photographs of young children working in cotton mills.

Polly's Early Days

This is my all-time favorite photograph of my Grandma Polly. I love her sultriness and her confidence. She was a strikingly beautiful woman who lived life to the fullest. But she hated this photograph, especially the cigarette dangling from her hand. She didn't want us to see who she used to be. She wanted us to see the church lady and the grandmother she had become.

What I wouldn't give to be able to travel back in time to meet my mother and grandmothers as younger women. I think I would learn so much from knowing how they viewed the world then, as compared to their later years.

Over time, Grandma Polly shared some things with me, rattling stories off matter-of-factly. She knew I was a writer and that I collected family stories, and like most people in my family she chose her words carefully in my presence. But I wanted to know more.

Then again, when I think about my own life, I know there are things about me my children don't know and will never know. When I give them advice, they know I'm speaking from experience, but they don't know every painful detail. They see the woman those experiences have shaped. They see the woman I want them to see.