This photo was nestled between some oldie time wedding photos and a photo of my Grandma Wilson’s dad in the 2000+ photos my sister sent me of our family.
Who took this photo? Who is this woman? Where is this tiny stone house? Is it England? Is it Wales? Is this the only photo ever taken of this person? Is this a tintype? Or is this some kind of souvenir postcard? It looks like it’s not even real.
What was in this house? How big was it? Was there just one big room and a wooden stove used for cooking and for heating the house? Is this house as tiny as it seems? What was she cooking when she stopped to take this photo? A pie? Or bread? She has to have been baking because it looks like she’s got the biggest, whitest apron on. How could she keep her apron so clean? Where did she do the laundry? Who else lived with her in that stone home? Was it drafty in there? Did she knit? It doesn’t look like she did any gardening, at least, not out in the front. Maybe she grew her own veggies out the back?
Where is this place? Do they have houses like this in Newfoundland, because my Grandpa was a Newfie. But this looks like something from the UK. Or a Hobbit’s house.
I had better ask my sister to dig this photo out of the pile of photos and turn it over on the backside to see if there is ANY information. I want answers! Or not. I could just make up a story about her. How about this…
Bessie was a friendly spinster who lived in a drafty old cottage just outside Cardigan, Wales. All day long she toiled in her tiny home, doing laundry and baking pies until her cousin, Emma, would come by for a visit. Together, they would play cards and drink black tea with lots of milk and sugar. In the evenings, they would sing songs until it got dark. Then they would go to sleep because they had no electricity. It’s not much fun playing cards in the dark. Besides, in the morning they had to get up early to make a pot of oatmeal and then whack the carpets outside on the clothesline to get all the dirt out.
Emma loved her visits with Bessie and was thinking of moving in. She never wanted to leave! It was a long trek home with the horse and buggy and no one could bake a pie like Emma. Not to mention, Bessie’s little cottage was very close to the sea. Sometimes they would take the buggy over to Fishguard for seafood – mostly mussels and codfish. Oh the good times they had!
I wonder how close I got to the truth? Pretty close, I’m sure.
WHO WAS SHE? It’s driving me crazy!