Contributions to Abbie's Story

I will post contributions as they come in. Have you contributed?


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This is my pre-wedding photo. The photographer told me to stand with my back to the mirror--the idea being to get a photo that included both the front and back of my wedding dress. But I thought, hey, if I look into the mirror instead, then he can capture not only both sides of my dress but also my beautiful face both full-frontal and in profile. You will notice that even though I am very beautiful, I am not very young. I am not going to say just how not young I am, but I can't deny I am over 18 and therefore lucky to get any man at all. But you can tell from my smile that I am pretty pleased with my catch. My two older sisters say he is short, ugly, and has bad teeth, but they are just jealous--they are both unmarried and almost 30 (!) so of course they have no chance at all of marriage except maybe to some decayed old widower who just wants a housekeeper and governess without having to pay her anything. My Howie is only two years older than I am, has never been married, and has a good job working for his childless uncle. I think we are going to be very happy!

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Dear Cousin Magdalena,


Here is the photograph I promised you of our Great Great Aunt Edna. I scanned it and printed out this copy just for you. Edna was our Grandfather Joseph's niece who came with him to Carolina from Europe. Her own father as you know, died in a Blizzard. She is wonderfully happy in the picture as she was about to marry her first husband Earl.
According to the family Bible, she and Earl were only married two years before Earl was taken to prison for killing a man while drunk. Mother says Edna was just cursed when it came to men. I found her obituary in an old copy of the Chester News and Reporter. According to the paper, she died at age 37 from a concusion she suffered from a beating. The paper didn't come right out and say it but I think her second husband was a wife beater. It did say that her widow was leaving South Carlina. That would explain Mom's comment about the curse. So all we have of Edna is her at her best. The
image of her in love and with all the world before, untouched by the ugly realities that lay instore for her. Sorry to tell you such sadness but that is what I found. Next week I will write you about Magdalena's son Paul who died from tuberculosos at age nine.
Your loving cousin Claire PS Sorry to hear how your Edvard is treating you so badly.

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As the view from my perspective is that of a retired law enforcement investigator, it would primarily be factual.


We know that someone took this photo, who was standing in a position to capture Abbey and her reflection. From knowing a bit about women - I'm a male-Abbey is getting a self evaluation of the presentation that she displays when wearing this apparel. She wants to wear it to impress a certain group, or a certain someone. That someone, I would wager, is an adoring male that has the level of his admiration increased by this fine dress.You have to admit, this a beautiful woman to begin with. That male is HERE, with a camera, viewing what is to him is the most gorgeous woman in the world.
Abbey reflects that adoration and love from the mirror. She can see that her man is impressed, stunned, and speechless.


To Abbey, this is a great moment in her life. She has come to know this man, and having him as a life companion is her greatest effort at this time. This moment has shown her that her goal has been achieved.

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The rain was coming down hard, and I ran inside this old abandoned house by the roadside. Placing my cell phone inside my pocket, I wondered how long it would take for the tow-truck to arrive. Soaked and wet, I removed my raincoat and threw it on the rocking-chair alongside the fireplace. The chair rocked back and forth, as if someone was sitting on it. Suddenly, a loving force moved inside of me. It seem to direct my attention to a floorboard protruding upward, alongside the chair. I bend down and lifted the loose board, and discovered a diary, with a photograph of a young lady standing in front of a mirror. Suddenly, a light from behind me, like the reflection of a mirror, made me turn around. I saw the young lady in the photograph, standing in front of me. Her hair, and dress reminded me of the fashion worn in the early part of the century. A sudden crack of lightning and thunder directed my attention to the window. When I looked at her again, she seem to be fading away in front of my eyes.

I yelled, "Wait! Who are you?"

With a soft loving voice, she answered. "Read my diary, and you will know."
Moving closer, I was surprised to see my own reflection in the mirror. Backing away, I sat near the window and began to read. Page, after page filled me with an intense love for this woman in the photograph. Finally, I finished, and began to cry. You see, I disovered after several hours of reading, here in Abbeville, South Carolina, who the woman was in the photograph. Suddenly, a voice from the front door got my attention.

"Mr. Moretz. Mr. Bill Moretz?"
"Yes, that's me."
"My name is Dave. I'm here to tow your car."
"Thank you Dave. I'll be out in a minute."

Grabbing my raincoat I headed for the front door. Turning, for one last look at the mirror. I said, "I love you, Abbie."
Then the image of the smiling woman re-appeared in the mirror.
"And I love you...my 'SON.' Tell your congregation how your faith in Jesus, brought you to me. Filling my heart full of love for you...as I look upon thee."
Then once again, her image faded from the mirror.
Turning, I walked outside. Engulfed by the bright sunlight, Dave said to me, "The only thing wrong with your car, was an empty gas tank. By the way, tell me, what did you do while waiting for me in that abandon house?"
"Dave, my friend. My heart was filled with love, and miracles."
He smiled, "Father Moretz, I can't think of a better way for a priest to spend his time. And by the look on your face, I believe you found something sublime."

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Actually, Abbey, your name is not Abbey.  It is Felicia Antoinette Viger.  You were born in 1901 to French immigrant parents who settled in virginia and later moved to South Carolina.  Your father was a calvary officer and your mother claimed to be of minor french nobility.  This was never confirmed.

You grew up in a rather sheltered atmosphere.  You were educated by the nuns of the sacred heart at their convent.  There you learned the proper things young ladies of the time did.  You learned to embroider and sew and tat.  You spoke fluent french.  You made linen napkins for your hope chest.

But you, darling were rebellious and became an artist. Your ran away to new yorkk to become an artist.  And, you did. You became a wonderful sculptor.

When in new york, you fell passionately in love with another artist. But the war broke out and you were separated.  He became an anviator and sadly, died in the war.  The  dress you are wearing is lavendar silk with ivory  appliques.  You wore it  for your last dinner together.  

With your indomitable spirit you continued.   Many years later, you met Fredrick and you were married.  Another war broke out and Fredrick went to France.

Because you knew how to weld, you taught women in the factories to weld.

Your Fredrick came home and you had four children.

Many decades later, you met me.  A step-grandaughter on whom you lavished love and attention and taught me to see the beauty of life and the absolute joy of thinking wickedly. I miss you. I miss your sense of wonder and your beautiful face.

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This photograph was taken while I was visiting Baby Doe Tabor in Leadville Colorado.  The train ride was wonderful and full of suspense as we rode through un-charted territory.  Real cowboys and real indians.  Here I am dressing to go out to the nearby saloon.  Most women of class and stature never went near the place.  But, Doe didn't care what other people thought we went and we drank and we smoked cigars and we gambled. I even met a man...

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Oh, My God in Heaven! You found her. My beautiful Lily. A mere seventeen, pure, and untouched when I asked her to marry me only four days before this photograph was taken in her grandmother's boudoir.  Her dear mother, Rosalee Winston, made that dress for Lily's trousseau and this was the first fitting. It was the color of polished ivory and became nearly invisible against the flawless milky white of her skin.

I had just walked in, unannounced and unnoticed. Without preamble I spoke in a low voice filled with adoration and longing, "I'm afraid, my Sweet, that I won't be able to wait until our wedding night."

She looked up, startled, disconcerted and flattered.  At the instant her mother pressed the shutter Lily replied with the demure air of an elegant southern lady , "Why Mr. Hobbs, the things you say to a lady."

I have never seen this photo. And I never saw my Lily again. Her mother, aghast at my presence in a ladys boudoir immediately shooed me from the room and as I stepped into the hall I came face to face with her father, William, a Boston snob of the highest caliber. He had discovered that my maternal grandmother was a slave, a servant in a great southern mansion.

He ordered me from the house and demanded that I never return, or attempt to speak to Lily again. In bewilderment I returned to my apartment in the city.  A few days later, dejected and morose, I joined the army.

My life after my beautiful Lily has been satisfying and rewarding, but whatever love I have felt was always tempered with the tiniest reservation; a minuscule part of me locked in the depths of loneliness.  I lost my Lily but I never stopped loving her. And now I have her back.   I'm a little surprised, and greatly pleased, to see that my memory of her has remained faultless, and faithful to her gentle nature and elegant countenance. Thank you Bill Moretz for finding my Lily and returning her to me.  This old photograph will add color and flavor to my dreams.  Substance to my old age.  Youve made an old man very happy.    

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Dear Cousin Magdalena

Here is the photograph I promised you of our Great Great Aunt Edna. I scanned it and printed out this copy just for you. Edna was our Grandfather Joseph's niece who came with him to Carolina from Europe. Her own father as you know, died in a Blizzard. She is wonderfully happy in the picture as she was about to marry her first husband Earl. According to the family Bible, she and Earl were only married two years before Earl was taken to prison for killing a man While drunk. Mother says Edna was just cursed when it came to men. I found her obituary in an old copy of the Chester News and Reporter. According to the paper, she died at age 37 from a concusion she suffered from a beating. The paper didn't come right out and say it but I think her second husband was a wife beater. It did say that her widow was leaving South Carlina. That would explain Mom's comment about the curse. So all we have of Edna is her at her best. The image of her in love and with all the world before, untouched by the ugly realities that lay instore for her. Sorry to tell you such sadness but that is what I found. Next week I will write you about Magdalena's son Paul who died from tuberculosos at age nine. Your loving cousin Claire

PS Sorry to hear how your Edward is treating you so badly.

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I am in Abbeville, South Carolina now, visiting my cousin. She works for the Gause family who own the hugh timber farm which streches along the line of Georgia and South Carolina and then on inward towards the coast. I don't even know how big it is, except that you can ride your horse all day and still be on it, on their land. My cousin is a nurse for Mr. Gause's father who is late into his sixties and bed-ridden. He was never the same after effects from the war between the states, ever since he returned from the north to the timber farm on a day his wife called the happiest day of her life. While he was in the battlefields in Virginia, towards the close of the war, she had given birth to their first and as he became, their only child, a baby boy, who has run the farm since he was a very young man. This is what my cousin tells me.

My cousin is 23 and her mother and my mother are sisters. My mother moved from Abbyville to Georgia when she and my father married and that's where I grew up, near Atlanta. My father is a conductor for the Illinios Central railroad and we could travel free on the rail, which we took advantage of every summer, when we came back to Abbyville to spend time with my mothers family. I am the only living child of my parents and my cousin is like my sister.

Today we are in the ladies, Mrs. Gause, things. She has a number of great hairpieces. They stay exactly the same, always, and are fashioned from real ladies hair by a shop in New York City, which is way, way up in the North. She has about 5 of these, and they are all the same color and she wears one a different day of the week, letting them "air through" in the meantime, my cousin says. They are beautiful, though they are hot to wear and require some practice. She and her husband have gone into Columbia, the capital of the state, for a wedding and will be gone for several days. We are into her gowns and other beautiful things from her dressing room, which make me feel like a beautiful bird when I am in them.

She will never see this photograph that my cousin's friend, whom she plans to marry, has taken. It would be a horrible thing for her to find out we tried on her hair, though I don't think she would mind the clothes, she sometimes gives my cousin the ones she no longer wants. But the hairpieces, no one is to know about them, though most everyone does because they came about just after her near death illness.

I will hide this photograph, and look at it when I need to remember this happy day.

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Eho! My name is Enterza. I am a interstellar Being from 1.2 million light years away. I've placed this photograph on your fertile landscape in hopes of a harmonic, hermenuetic response. It has become known to me that this photo was found in S. Carolina, exactly where I've placed it long ago. Alas, providentially meaning has been bestowed upon my life and my fellow Beings. Now, all landscape dwellers may exude beauty after gazing into my mysterious eyes. Thanks be to the finder and host of this site.

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This is my pre-wedding photo. The photographer told me to stand with my back to the mirror--the idea being to get a photo that included both the front and back of my wedding dress. But I thought, hey, if I look into the mirror instead, then he can capture not only both sides of my dress but also my beautiful face both full-frontal and in profile. You will notice that even though I am very beautiful, I am not very young. I am not going to say just how not young I am, but I can't deny I am over 18 and therefore lucky to get any man at all. But you can tell from my smile that I am pretty pleased with my catch. My two older sisters say he is short, ugly, and has bad teeth, but they are just jealous--they are both unmarried and almost 30 (!) so of course they have no chance at all of marriage except maybe to some decayed old widower who just wants a housekeeper and governess without having to pay her anything. My Howie is only two years older than I am, has never been married, and has a good job working for his childless uncle. I think we are going to be very happy!

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This a my sister's wedding day, yet it is my day, my day to dance at the reception with all the the handsome young men of Abbeville. I am no longer hidden in her shadow, for she will belong, heart and soul, to a handsome man who adores her, but hardly ever looked at me. It didn't realy matter for I really didn't care for him one bit. Why waste my precious time on him. Why indeed. The gentlemen will bow their heads to complement her and the groom, but they shall dance with me. I am the better dancer, don't you see? Father told me so, in confidence of course, and I shall prove it the dance floor. My gown is pink ,not white, and the same hairdresser fixed my hair as the bride, but hers is hidden by the veil. perhaps I shall meet the one true man in my life today, but if I don't, there will always be tomorow. tomorrow.

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H.B. are the initials stitched on her underskirt, her petticoat. They could be Hannah Bryce, or Hazel Barrett, or Honoria Byington. But they are for Hattie Byrum, and you can bet she didn't stitch them herself. Her mother hired a colored woman monogram all her clothes, as all young ladies should have done.

The dress isn't gentian, or buttercup, or violet. It isn't even Alice Blue, named for a president's daughter. It is coral, and satin, with lace that came up from Atlanta. And tonight there is a dance.

Her big brother Ned has been working for a photographer's studio to learn the trade. He doesn't know how to hand tint the photos yet to make her cheeks pink and her neck ivory, but this afternoon, before the dance, he was going to make sure she'd get her picture taken in his bosses' studio.

She doesn't know how to pose. She sure feels beautiful in the dress, but she doesn't know how to stand so she looks like she means it. It is intimidating, looking like this, suddenly. He teases her to get her to act elegant, like when they were kids. So she puts her hand on her hip. Then he straigtens the camera right on her.

She asks if he can't get her hairstyle, too. She didn't sit in Miss Adrienne Froud's Beauty Parlor for three hours to get the only photo of herself in this dress to be one of her face, only. And, they've got to see the bow in back, Ned, really. Well, how am I going to do that, he says, you really think everyone just wants to see yo'ah backside? Anyway, how do you know how your hair looks in back? Well, she says, they give me a mirror at the parlor so I can take a look...

So he pulls the dressing mirror out from the changing room for her. And he gets an idea to have her face the mirror a bit so every fancy part will show up in the photo. He is pleased he's figured it out, and tells her she's going to have to look at him in the mirror. Ned sets up and says, "Come on then, smile now, sugar."

And Hattie Byrum smiles right into the mirror, a little shy around the eyes, but proud and happy, too.

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As you can tell, it is her wedding day. Such a beautiful radiant smile to go with the beautiful dress & hairdo. I'm not really into writing stories. I'm a photographer & thank someone for submitting this picture, which was beautiful to look at. I also thank the lady for posing. Being a photographer, many people don't like having their picture taken. Therefore 3-4 generations later relatives have no idea what past generations looked like or how they dressed or what kind of material possessions they owned. Just a few minutes ago I was looking at a 1906 Baker automobile. I have no pictures of my grandparents. All lost in a fire. So I say to you to treasure photos. Take plenty & give them as presents. As this new computer age is here, the use of the digital camera is handy, no film to buy, can be downloaded to floppy discs & e-mailed, so take plenty of pictures. One of my sadest thoughts also is that some people just don't want to smile for pictures. A smile is a much happier picture. I sometimes have wondered if a person who doesn't smile for a picture is also not smiling ! on the inside. From Ron who has been a photographer since 1964, MANY HAPPY SNAPS

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This was one of the many pictures taken of Abbigal Delany in 1908. She was one of the first influental women of South Carolina in her time. This picture not only reflects her smile and beauty, but her love for her people. An article of her outstanding citizen ship was being published in the Carolina Times for her work and dedication to the homeless children in South Carolina. She alone raised the funds needed to build Abbeville's first orphanage. Being an orphan herself, Abby's heart was determand to do what was need to be done. Scared and alone was too much for anyone to face especilally a young child. That painful fear gave Abby the love and concern for the many homeless children in her town. Although Abby lived through many homes and families, she was adobted at the age of 12. Mr.Robert Delany and his lovely wife shared their home with Abby in hopes to give her love and happiness. Their love reflects in this photo of what the gift of love can do to change a life.

If she was here today, i think Abby would agree, love takes care of all. And that is why South Carolina has an Abbeville. We will miss her heart.

Bye Abby.

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The smile on my face is deceiving. While there is a smile present it is not for any normal reason. You see, I have just robbed the Wells Fargo Stage Coach just out side the Fayetteville city limits. As a whore I had a hard time getting ahead. I could only make enough cash to pay my abhorrently high rent and board. Now just look at me in all my finery. The smile comes from the fact that I am certain that I will never have to work again and I know I will not be caught. you see,I dressed as a man while I pulled off this stunt and everyone involved, before, during and after the heist referred to the lone gunman as "he" .(hehehehe) The makeup job was first rate all the way down to the horsehair that I attached with spirt gum to my entire body. This dress that I am wearing in the photo cost only one tenth of one percent of the stickup. And I will smile for a long time.

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This was one of the many pictures taken of Abbigal Delany in 1908.  She was one of the first influental women of South Carolina in her time. This picture not only reflects her smile and beauty, but her love for her people.  An article of her outstanding citizen ship was being published in the Carolina Times for her work and dedication to the homeless children in South Carolina. She alone raised the funds needed to build Abbeville's first orphanage. Being an orphan herself, Abby's heart was determand to do what was need to be done. Scared and alone was too much for anyone to face especilally a young child. That painful fear gave Abby the love and concern for the many homeless children in her town. Although Abby lived through many homes and families, she was adobted at the age of 12.  Mr.Robert Delany and his lovely wife shared their home with Abby in hopes to give her love and happiness.  Their love reflects in this photo of what the gift of love can do to change a life.

If she was here today, i think Abby would agree, love takes care of all. And that is why South Carolina has an Abbeville. We will miss her heart. Bye Abby.  

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As you can tell, it is her wedding day.  Such a beautiful radiant smile to go with the beautiful dress & hairdo. I'm not really into writing stories.  I'm a photographer & thank someone for submitting this picture, which was beautiful to look at.  I also thank the lady for posing.  Being a photographer, many people don't like having their picture taken.  Therefore 3-4 generations later relatives have no idea what past generations looked like or how they dressed or what kind of material possessions they owned.  Just a few minutes ago I was looking at a 1906 Baker automobile.  I have no pictures of my grandparents.  All lost in a fire. So I say to you to treasure photos.  Take plenty & give them as presents.  As this new computer age is here, the use of the digital camera is handy, no film to buy, can be downloaded to floppy discs & e-mailed, so take plenty of pictures.  One of my sadest thoughts also is that some people just don't want to smile for pictures.  A smile is a much happier picture.  I sometimes have wondered if a person who doesn't smile for a picture is also not smiling on the inside.

 From Ron who has been a photographer since 1964,  MANY HAPPY SNAPS    

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My eyes glittered with excitement as I gracefully stepped closer to the mirror. I gazed at myself in the mirror, appreciating how the hair dresser had so carefully and beautifully place my hair above my head, in soft curls. I was wearing the finest dress that I had in my closet. I had to look my best because what was about to occur in a couple of minutes was something that happened once in in a life time! To actually get my face and body on a flat surface! A photograph, I believe that is what it is called. A new and great invention that my father wanted to make sure I had a part in. He said he wants to carry my picture around and show all of his friends that this was his beautiful daughter. His beautiful Abbey! And money was not an issue! He wanted me to be in a photograph, no matter what! I was just glad Dad had enough money to go around! And now I stand in a studio, gazing at my reflection, blushing with excitement. The man who was going to take my picture stepped near me and told me to place my hand on my waist and to look at the camera through the mirror. I stood straight, understanding that the photograph would have a picture of my back, as well as my front. So I wanted to make sure that who ever looked at the photo would have a good view of both. A smile broke through my face as I gazed excitedly at the camera. I wondered who would look at my picture, this flat image of me. I know my Dad's friends and companions would, as well as my family. But maybe in the future, someone would look down at my picture and wonder who I was. I shook my head and giggled at my imagination. Such thoughts! That would never happen! The camera man coughed, trying to get my attention, and I quickly stood straight once more. I smiled broadly, anticipating the image of myself on a flat surface.

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Abigail Carlson is a young woman- about twenty three years of age and has just recently gotten engaged. Mr. Peter Wilson, a long time family friend from Charleston, South Carolina, asked Mr. and Mrs. Carlson for their daughters hand in marriage last month. Abbie finished her schooling and plans to be a teacher after she marries Peter. Peter has planned the wedding for August and after they are married the newlyweds will be off to Chicago to their new home Peter purchased early this we ek. Peter has been hired by a prestigious law firm in Chicago and will begin his employment after they are married. Peter has set up a studio appointment for Abbie so that she may have her pictures raken once more before she is married. Brian Jefferson, a d istinguished town photographer, was requested to take Abbie's portrait in his studio. This whole situation has been a new experience for Abbie. Her family, although fairly well off, has never lavished her with the sort of attention she would have liked. Abbie, one of six children, has al ways had to compete for the competition of her two parents. After meeting Peter, Abbie saw her opportunity for freedom. Peter has given Abbie full control over the planning the wedding and all the festivities. Abbie has been given money to spend as she pleases and she is thrilled with her ne w life. The dress she is wearing was a present from Peter. It is silk and was quite an extravagant gift for a young woman in 1907. After getting her portrait taken, Abbie has to go pick out her wedding dress and make other wedding plans. She is very excited for all the upcoming events in her life and her chance to see another part of the country. Abbie has never received such elegant presents and had someone dote on her so much. This extra attention has been what Abbie has been seeking she will soon be Mrs. Peter Wilson and will no longer be the Carlson's daughter.

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The powder room is empty and I walk inside, placing my handbag on the chair near the door. The room is ornate, but not gaudy and pillar-like structures enclose it on all four corners. A solitary mirror of smooth chestnut with curvy legs stands in the c enter of the room. I walk over to it and gaze at myself, thinking about how funny it is to be parading around in this ridiculous, loaned getup. A parlor-maid converted to a princess for one night--I think of how mother would laugh if she could see me li ke this. If Rose had not become ill, I might never have gotten to parade around in her clothes and be a member of high society for one magical night. I admire the pearls, the beautiful hair, and the gorgeous embroidery on Rose's dress. "How do you do?" I whisper to the stranger in the mirror, placing my hand on my hip as only an upper class lady would do. A sudden movement in the background catches my attention and I see him. He grins that lopsided grin of his as I catch his eye in the clear oblivion of the mirror. The scenery stretches back from my vision for yards--a perfectly reflected realm, symmetr ical and identical to the mundane, ordinary world that we live in. I gaze at his mischievous eyes and a fleeting smile passes across my lips. I think about how I met him at this party and how we will never meet again. Abbey Smith, a common girl in the facade of a beautiful lady. I feel like Cinderella in the fairy tale--part of a dream that is going to be shattered soon. He doesn't realize that I am not who he thinks I am. We have danced together, sat together and really talked over the course of this evening and it is sad to think that we shall never meet again. He's crazy, I think to myself, wondering what he is doing in the powder room.

I close my eyes briefly, and my life seems to flash before my eyes-the early death of my parents, the neglect and abuse of my childhood as a scullery maid in Abbeyville and then this stroke of luck. A job with the family owning a stately mansion in the heart of Abbeyville. Since the day I started, they had been so kind to me and then today, my luck had changed again. Their cousin, Rose was visiting from Charleston and although no one had seen her, she had acquired an unfavorable reputation in Abbeyville. For her not to attend this party would be like admitting to the rumors, so the family had asked me to step into character for just one night. That brings us to where I stand now as I open my eyes and look at the man who I seem to be falling in love with. I realize my hand is still on my hip and as I look at his face in the mirror, I can't help but laugh as a funny expression crosses his face. The worries fly away from my mind and I think about nothing except for him. The rest can wait till tomorrow.

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Hi, my name is Abbey Bolin. I guess you are wondering who I am. Well it's a little complicated. I was born in London, England. I only stayed there for a short period of time. I don't remember when I came to the United States my mom, Eliza, said I was too young to remember. My family is what you could consider very well off. We traveled a lot when I was younger, all over the world. We now live in South Carolina because my mother wanted to be closer to my grandmother who was very ill. We have a beautiful home and a swing in the back yard that I love to play with. I am the middle child of three. I have an older sister in college Anna Mae and my younger sister is fourteen. In this picture I am sixteen. I believe it was in the late 1920's or early 1930's. My father who was rarely at home took this photograph. I was on my way to a ball. I had been to many before then but he had always missed them. That night he was so exited to be taking my picture. It was a surprise because I was touching up my last bit of make up when he walked in. I still remember the words he said, " Look at my beautiful daughter all dressed up." I remember smiling so big while I was looking in the mirror and then he snapped the picture. That was the best night ever. My youngest sibling Sara also went but, I was the one who got her picture taken. I will never forget that night because it was also the last night I saw my mother and father alive. They were in a car accident while I was at the party having a great time. So although in my picture I am smiling inside is whereI feel my pain everytime someone looks at it.I guess it's true when people say a picture can tell a thousand words.

Always, Abbey

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Dear Diary, I was getting dressed for the photographs that father wants taken today when I came across an old picture of mom. I'm guessing it was taken about a year or so before her death, but the interesting thing was that she was wearing this beautiful dress that I have seen in an old chest. I thought to myself how wonderful it would be if I were able to find that dress and take my photographs in the dress just as mom had done. I looked for about 20 minutes with no luck and father hollored for me to hurry u p. I finally found it in a chest in dad's room. I don't think he approves of me going through some of mom's old belongings, but when he went to talk to Mr. Grimes down the road, I had my chance. I put on the dress and got Betty Anne to do my hair for m e. I was going to leave my hair down since Charlie likes it best that way and of course I'll be giving him some of my photogrpahs, but mom's hair was up, so Betty Anne agreed to put it up. I couldn't believe it when she was down with my hair. I am a spitting image of my mother. John Fisher down at the conveniance store always tells me that I look just like her, but it wasn't until now that I truely feel that I am just like my mother. I had this feeling of joy come over me. I don't know what it is. I've always thought that mother looks so beautiful in every picture that I've seen. I decided I would tell father that I needed to take a trip to the conveniance store. Father was not back from Mr. Grime's house so I left the house and went to talk to John. As soon as I walked in the door, John looked at me with the biggest smile and called me by my mother's name. He even recognized the dress I was wearing. He told me that my grandpa used to make my mother dress up for every town meeting, and this was my mother's favorite dress for the occassion. John was a close friend of my mother's. They new eachother as kids and were always very close friends. I'm surprised my mother didn't marry John, rather than my father. He looked into my eyes and told me that he could see the gleam in them. I was so excited at this point to take the pictures. After talking to John for a little while longer, I rushed home just in time for the photographs to be taken. I was just a little scared that father would reco gnize the dress, but after hearing John talk of how she wore it as a young girl, I knew I might get away with it this time. Sure enough, he didn't recognize the dress. We took some family shots and then took some individually. The photographer asked me how I would like to pose for the picture. I explained to him that I would love to be looking in a mirror in one of the shots. He was thrilled with the idea. As he positioned me for the shot I could just imagine my mother as me. I looked into that mir ror and saw her. I was looking at my mother. My mother was staring back at me. I tilted my head, so that my mother would be looking at the camera, not me. yours truely, Abbey

12)

Abbie is about to get married to the love of her life. Unfortunately, her previous living conditions were less than optimal. Her family was struggling, and she was forced to work laboriously in a large city. Against her parents' wishes, Abbie eloped with her love. The two lovers headed for a tropical setting where the warmth of the sun has already brightened their future. The casual dress is all Abbie could afford, but she is incredibly happy and gleams as she looks in the mirror. Soon, she will be a married woman.

11)

Abbie is love struck. One can see the sparkle in her eyes. Abbie is posing in front of her mirror in her best white dress before attending a formal party at the Abbeville Country Club. She is not going to the party with the young man that she fancies, but rather the young man that everyone in Abbeville,except her, thinks that she should fancy.The reason why Abbie looks so giddy in the photograph is that she knows the young man that she fancies will be there and perhaps she will have the opportunity to exchange words with him.  

10)

Abbie is my name and I'm from Abbeville South Carolina. I grew up in a family of six kids. Five older brothers and i am the youngest. Andy, than Jake, than Nate and Frank who are twins, than little Ed than me. We live on a farm in Abbeville. Dadda was in charge but he got hit on the head by a beem when the farm burnt down and has been asleep since than. Mamma says he'll wake up when Reverand Jed learns to preach. So we are on our own. All the boys are out of the house now except little Ed. It is just me momma, little Ed, Lance (the dog) and Anita the slave ladie. She's really nice. She cooks good pancakes. She also took this photograph of me when I was getting all prettied up to go to Prissy's house( that is my best friend. She lives over on Oakton drive and her dadda is a farmer to. Momma says he will smother himself in all his money so I guess they are pretty rich.) They are having a big dance party tonight and I have been invited by Stuart. He is my sweetheart. He is the one that gave me these pearls. I wear them all the time. I think he is handsome even though momma says his head is too big. But I dont see it. I think he really likes me. That is what Anita says too. She says men like him are hard too find. I was trying on my mom's pretty dress for the occasion. Dont I look so pretty? I have never been so pretty before. I have never worn such a pretty dress before. This was the most fun I had ever had. We danced all night. And When it was time to go home, Stuart gave me a kiss on the cheek. I loved it. Every time I see this picture I remember that day. My first kiss. This picture I will keeep with me always to remeber.  

9)

I am Abby, from Abbeville, South Carolina. This picture was taken three weeks after I was married to my life long love Stephen. Stephen is the one taking the picture. He always loved to catch me right after church while I was still wearing my nice dress clothes. This day was particularly special to me because we were just preparing to go out for a picnic after church. Stephen had packed our basket full of apples, crackers and cheese, ham sandwiches and wine. I was so excited about the sunny day and the picnic that I could barely wait. As usual Stephen snuck up right behind me with the camera. I gave him a smile and he took the picture. This picture always reminds me of that wonderful spring day.

8)

Abby was an ole southern girl in her teens. Today she getting ready for a formal dinner with some friends. Earlier that day she didn't know what to do about what she was going to wear. She knew of the dinner a week in advance, but paid it no mind. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go. All the most popular people were going to be there. Lenny, a classmate from down the street, was going to be there. See, Abbey had a big crush on Lenny. She would go see him when he was sick and bring some warm chicken soup. When ever either of them needed help the other would try their best to work things out. They were good friends. Lenny's only thought was that she was a friend. He never consider her as anything else. He asked her out to the dinner party out of friendship. Abbey knows what Lenny's intentions when he asked her out. She just wanted to impress him for one night. She got the best dress she could find, and is now trying it out. She looks in the mirror while her mother is taking the picture. She knows that regardless of what happens, she is still loved.

7)

"I think I'm ready, do you think I look alright." "This night has to be perfect, because if I don't impress Robbie he wont marry me. This is the biggest party of the year and he's deciding who he's going to marry.I think that he likes me the best out of all of the other girls. What do you think mom? Does my dress look good? I think that I look awesome.

Of course, If he wants to marry me then I will have to move up to Virginia. Did you know that he doesn't live here with his parents anymore? --No, I thought that he still lived here. Why is he looking for a wife in Abbeyville then? ---He says that all of the girls in Virginia are too snobby, so he'd rather marry someone from here. I just hope that he doesn't find out how poor we are, because he might not marry me then. Well, I guess I'm ready to go mom, wish me luck. --Good luck honey I hope that you make a great impression.

6)

I guess I would be Abbey. My brother is taking my picture, he wants to become a famous photographer. He is making me pose like this, in front of this mirror. I can't help but laugh at him. How he will ever get out of this town and off this farm is beyond me. But me, I am going to get out of here. I would like to go to New York and become a star. That is my dream anyway, an impossible dream according to my father. I am supposed to be wed next summer, in June, to a local boy. He is a tobacco farmer and quite wealthy, which my father seems to think is important. I however do not think so, I believe that true love is more important. My mother used to tell me the story of Cinderella, and how she found her Prince and lived happily ever after. Sometimes I like to imagine myself in that story, but I know it will never come true. Maybe if mamma had lived, I would not be getting married to someone I don't even know. She would have told me to follow my dreams and find happiness. Mamma died when I was 12, complications in child birth. She lost the baby too, they are now buried at the church, side by side. Papa hasn't been the same since, he works more and comes in late. He seems more anxious now to make sure that Joe (my brother) takes over the farm and settles down. I guess that is also why he wants to marry me off so that I am no longer a bother. I secretly think I remind him of mamma and he only wants me out of the house so that he does not have to see me all the time. I am wearing one of her dresses, she always had the finest clothes. Papa put them all away after she died, and locked them up in the attic. Joe and I sneak up here sometimes and try to remember how it was like before. Oh well, Papa will be home soon and I have to put everything away. Joe will have to hide the picture, I think it would only upset Papa.

5)

Abigal Louise Montgomery, otherwise known as Abbey, was the youngest child of Mr. and Mrs. Robert E. Montgomery. The Montgomery's were a very respected and wealthy family in Abbeville. Mr. Montgomery was a banker and Mrs. Montgomery took care of the f amily. The eldest child, Robert Jr., was a banker like his father, while the middle child, David, was a doctor. Abbey was twenty years old in this picture and a junior in college. Abbey was studying to be a teacher.

In the photgraph, she was taking one last look at herself before heading to Robert Jr.'s wedding. She was a bridesmaid. The wedding was one of the most elaborate events that ever took place in Abbeville. Her dress was pure silk shipped in from Europe.

Her mother designed and made the dress. Abbey was never one to wear fomral attire and was very pleased with her new look. It took hours for the women to do her hair but it was all worth it. She was pleasently surprised with the image staring back at her in the mirror. She knew she was never glamourous but today she thought she looked almost beautiful. She knew her father would be so surprised because he was always bothering her about being ladylike. Abbey rarely smiled because of her overbite, but today she couldn't help it. She put her hand on her hips to try to be sassy like some of the "fast" girls in her school. This picture was taken in her room by her brother David. He was passing Abbey's room when he saw her s! tanding there, admiring her reflection. Abbey didn't even realize he was taking the picture. David was just so happy to see his sister with such confidence that he had to capture the moment.

4)

It took Abbie all day to fix her hair and makeup. Her dress would have to do since money was short and times were hard. But that didn't matter, nothing really mattered, except that she was about to get married to the man that she had always somehow love d. For quite some time she had trouble believing that love even existed. It's easy to believe this when nothing has ever drifted your way. Boy's had come and gone, bringing gifts, exchanging longing stares, but there was never a link, no passion, no boy ha d ever given her a reason not to move on. Now she stands looking into the mirror, meditating, thinking, wondering if this is what she really wants. Is what she see's of herself what she will see in the future? Is this what she wants to see in the future? Time will tell.

3)

This picture was taken of Abigail DeWitt Andrews shortly before he marriage to the son of a wealthy banker in Altanta, Georgia, around 1910. Abigail was pleased with her choice of a fiance because not only was he handsome, but he was also very kind to her. He would do anything for her. She was thinking of him as this photo was snapped. That might explain the radiant smile and the twinkle in her eye. After Abbie's marriage to Richard Sanders, the couple moved to a large home outside of Atlanta, Geor gia. Richard worked at his father's bank, and Abbie was content to stay at home, tending to the needs of the home. The Sanders had several parties every year, and they were well-known with the elite for being excellent hosts. The couple had a generally normal and happy life for several years, until World War I broke out. Richard, still being a young man felt that it was his duty to enlist. Abbie was crushed and feared for his safety, however, he could not be dissuaded. He felt that he had a duty and his honor was at stake. Therefore, Richard left for the war, leaving Abbie alone with the maids and butler that tended to their home. Shortly after Richard left, Abbie found out that she was pregnant. She was even more fearful for the safety of her hu sband than she had been before because she depended on him so much. She did not know how she would raise a child alone if she was forced to do so. Richard was at war for a very long time, he wrote letters to Abbie very often, but she only received a fra ction of those. During his time at war, Richard was a very brave soldier. He was very cunning and took many risks, however, time and time again, he was not hurt. He was appalled by the atrocities of war, and knew that he would be a different man, when and if he returned to his dear Abbie. He knew that she sustained him, and that without knowing that she was waiting for him, he would have died long ago. She was his reason for fighting so hard. One night a bomb was launched into the trenches where Ric hard was located. Richard saved his commander by throwing himself on the comander. Though both men made it clear of the worst of the explosion, Richard was injured very badly. The had terrible burns all over his body, and though he was in the hospital for a very long time, he eventually recovered enough to be taken home. By the time that Richard arrived at his home in Georgia, Abbie had already had their child. It was a little girl, and Abbie had named her Katherine Elizabeth. Richard was shocked that she had been pregnant when he had left for the war. Abbie was shoc ked at his appearance. His face was very scarred and at first, she was frightened of her own husband. The face that she had once so admired was now marred with the atrocities of war. At first, she did not know what to do. She wanted to embrace him, an kind run from him at the same time. However, once he spoke her name, she realized that it was the same man that she had married. Abbie had grown very independent since he husband had left for war. She was raising their daughter, and she also was tutoring students part-time for a small fee. She felt better about herself than she ever had before, and she realized that though they had both suffered, she and Richard would be closer to one another than they ever had before. The couple lived the rest of their lives together, and they were happier than they had been when they were first married.

2)

Abbey is a rich "Southern Belle". She has just bought this fancy dress for a ball at one of the finest Hotel's in South Carolina. When she saw the dress in the window of that store down town, she had to have it. She didn't even try it on because she assu med it would look beautiful on her. When she got home her mother wasn't pleased with the dressed, so immediatley she ran to look in the mirror. As she looks, she becomes very satisfied with her appearance and she thinks to herself "I'm going to be the best looking at this ball tonight and I don't care what my mother thinks."  

1)

My name is Amelia Josephine Johnson and I was born in January 27, 1904 in Abbyville, South Carolina where this photograph was taken. I am one of six children in my family, yet I do not know any of my brothers or sisters because I was placed in a special home when I was seven years old. I never was quite the same as the other children or any one in my family as I can remember. That is why I suppose the doctors came to take me away from there. For many days and weeks I was kept locked in a room by myse lf and people would tell me I was mad. The doctors now call what I have schizophrenia or something because I am sometimes other people (either Dorothy or Chesterfield or Sophia Jane). This photograph was taken on the very special day that my mama came t o see for the first time in many years. I was dressed up all pretty and fancy as you can see. They did my hair up all pretty anf took a lot of pictures of me. I remember being so happy that my mama came to see me but i was ! mad at her for waitin so long so Sophia Jane spoke to her. I was 20 years old at the time and I thought I looked more beautiful than ever.....

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