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New Orleans circa 1910. "A corner of the French Market." At the produce stand of Gus Clesi & Bro. Detroit Publishing Company glass negative. View full size.
I don't think the woman is a widow. Widows even today in parts of Italy wear ALL black. No white dresses. Never.
[Not sure I get the logic here. Or do you mean "women." - Dave]
sometimes indicated a "nit" problem,
no hat = infested hat.
Not only Italian, but the way she is dressed, appears to be widowed as well.
Those three kids in the back of the cart. It's Curly, Larry and Moe! Woo-woo.
. . . . elsewhere in the city, nine-year-old Louis Armstrong is attending the Fisk School for Boys and picking up extra money for Mom as a paperboy and other menial jobs, which didn't keep her from resorting to prostitution now and then. He didn't pick up a horn for a couple more years.
A bit of unrelated triva (the "DeLuca Hardware" sign set me off): By 1910, the population of the French Quarter was 80 percent Sicilian, with the greatest concentration of Italian families living in the Lower Quarter, between St. Ann and Esplanade. Businesses in and around the French Market would have taken full advantage of cheap Italian labor, and I'm guessing that at least two of these tired-looking kids are Italian.
In this photo from the Louisiana Digital Library, the woman in the black dress with white hair pulled back in a bun may or may not be a Sicilian grandmother, but I'd like to think that she is. The photo is titled simply "Courtyard on Chartres Street."
The woman in the background has a hat.
The man in the background has a hat.
All of the little boys are wearing hats--except for one.
The little bald boy, who is the only kid who has any need for a hat, has none.
Go figure.
This pictures conjures up Our Gang, of The Little Rascals fame. Alfalfa must be the tall skinny boy on the right.
that place has got to smell pretty bad. I mean, barnyard bad.
I'm sure it was a tough time to be a kid, and their faces reflect it. It seems the kids in all of these turn of the century photos have the same expression. I especially like little Ross Perot on the far left. Those are some impressive ears.
Increíble cantidad de información, preciosa foto.
El grupo de chavales mirando al fotógrafo, displicentes, es un mundo aparte dentro del entorno urbano.
Extraña manera de pasar el arnés por detrás del rabo de la burra ...
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