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Anne Lewis  Easter bonnets ELFS

Easter bonnets. These days we parody them like these pictures of my aunt Anne at the family Easter egg hunt and my triplet grandbabies but back in Harry Stilson’s time, fashion was taken very seriously. I found an article in the Richmond Times Dispatch on April 12, 1925 that reported that the first man wearing a straw hat was seen at 1St & Franklin and summer attire had officially begun.  Harry’s tenants, the Crawfords, posed on Grayland Avenue and yes, straw hats were still in season in September.

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Women wore hats (and white gloves) whenever they were in public. This hat department photo of Harry’s could have been an advertisement shot. Without notes or labels, that’s just a guess.

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I believe the man posing here is in the Salvation Army band. The lady beside him is fashionably attired, I suppose. What a coat!


Bathing attire at Shields Lake was less revealing than today’s bikinis but still considered scandalous in some circles. I have a journal entry where Harry mentions showing his African-American friends, Mary Sparrow and Mary Taylor, bathing pictures which inspired bawdy comments. That visit was just one where I marvel at Harry’s audacity. For a middle-aged white man to be comfortable in a black household was uncommon but to visit and discuss bathing attire with ladies of any color was quite unheard of.

Swimming couple Shields Lake

I pity kids in those days. Their clothing was uncomfortable and not conducive to playing. Below is “Mrs. Stone’s son” with Harry’s shadow in the photo. Little boys wore dresses and I always laugh when I see this picture of my father and his sister Norma, the least girly kid ever. She grew up to be a bridge engineer and I don’t remember her in dresses. Ever. Certainly not like this!

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Harry even documented fashionable lounge wear for men. His neighbor, Jack Proctor, appeared in many photographs but this one of him in his jammies is a rare view of intimate clothing. Jack married the daughter of the Stilsons’ neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Elam. Ironically, decades later, I discovered that my friend Dolores Miller is kin to the Elams. She shared a story for my WWI book, From Richmond to France, and it sounded so familiar. It was familiar. Harry related the same story in his journal in 1918. Now the Elams’ descendants can giggle over great-uncle Jack’s PJs.

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This Grayland Avenue photo of Harry and his daughter, Anita (my grandmother) indicates the formality of those days. I believe this was a reunion when Anita and her husband came to Richmond but, unlike today’s hugs, a handshake sufficed. I suppose that in a society that wore suits to the beach and heels to garden, a PDA or any demonstration of affection was simply out of the question. It just wasn’t done.

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Right: Harry’s sister Vera, with women he sold photos to on a two-day vacation to Virginia Beach.


Red-lining wasn’t a term on my radar until I became a Realtor in 1986. It’s the practice of drawing map lines on minority neighborhoods to designate “risky” loan areas for lenders. I grew up in Richmond very much aware of segregation in housing but not the word “red-lining.” When my great-grandfather, Harry Stilson, ran a Richmond streetcar route from 1909 until his death in 1934, neighborhoods were segregated…sort of.

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                                                 Don’s neighbor holding the Stilson cat

Jackson Ward was comprised mostly of African-Americans and Jewish immigrants and there was separation within the neighborhoods but you might have a pocket of three or four Jewish families, then black, then Jewish again. For a while, Harry lived in the Byrd Park area on Gilbert Street and they must have had black neighbors because my great-uncle Don was photographed beside his African-American friend and one envelope of negatives described “Don and his colored friends from the neighborhood playing in the yard.” City neighborhoods were segregated but often block by block or even house by house. My oral history sources confirmed that in their stories. Aleck Mollen’s father, a Jewish storeowner in Shockoe Bottom, lived above the family store and rented the basement to a black family. Mr. Mollen said “They lived there and they didn’t bother us and we didn’t bother them. We just all lived there.” One of my white sources recalled that his family was so poor that they envied the black kids whose families owned their homes.

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                        Jewish storekeepers Mr. & Mrs. Shurrick’s store, 17th & Fairfield

Lenders weren’t concerned about making (or not making) loans to African-Americans in particular areas because they didn’t give mortgages to any black folks. In those days, there were few borrowing options available to African-Americans and insurance was rarely offered to blacks.

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Social organizations such as the Independent Order of St. Luke and the Astoria Beneficial Society filled that gap. Members paid dues and were eligible for burial insurance or medical bill assistance. Harry noted a donation in his journal: “3/2/19 To help bury a colored man .25” so the practice of pitching in extended beyond social societies.

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Hearse (third vehicle down) at tobacco factory, Bowe Street, presumably belonging  to                                          African-American funeral home across street

Maggie L. Walker was instrumental in offering mortgages and encouraging home ownership to African-Americans in Richmond through her St. Luke Penny Saving Bank but owning a home was difficult for minorities and to have Census records state that your home was “O” (owned) instead of “R” (rented) was a matter of extreme pride. Harry Stilson’s friend Samuel F. Sparrow and his wife Mary C. Sparrow owned their house at 602 Elizabeth Street. Harry took house pictures for them to share on a trip to Philadelphia. I wish I could identify that home but it’s an unlabeled house in a collection of hundreds of unidentified locations and 602 Elizabeth Street no longer exists. Across the street from Maggie L. Walker Governor School, Elizabeth Street is just a block long these days and the Sparrow home only exists in Harry’s journal and perhaps in a Stilson photograph. I find satisfaction in reading in the 1920 U.S. Census that a railroad porter and his wife were homeowners and knowing that my great-grandfather was a visitor in their home on several occasions.

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                                                   Sam & Mary Sparrow & Mary Taylor

As a real estate broker and as an American, it appalls me to hear that African-Americans still face discrimination in lending. Studies document vast discrepancies in the number of approved loans of households whose only differences were color. It was wrong in Harry’s time and it’s even more unacceptable in his great-granddaughter’s time.  Knowing how hard Sam & Mary Sparrow worked to own their home, it breaks my heart to think that families today can’t do the same. Harry Stilson wouldn’t approve of red-lining and we shouldn’t allow it either.

Hartshorn Memorial College was the first African-American women’s school to award baccalaureate degrees and it was located in Richmond, where Maggie Walker Governor’s School now stands. There was a streetcar stop at the school and Harry Stilson’s car lingered there so he could take photographs of students, staff, and buildings.

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The 1920 U.S. Census lists Miss Julia Elwin, teacher, shown above, as living at 1600 W. Leigh, so she lived on campus. Hartshorn’s teachers were white with the exception of  the wife of a Virginia Union professor but that was common in those days. Virginia Union was the first school in the country to have African-American teachers and Harry took pictures of them, too. Unfortunately, he didn’t label the pictures of Dr. Riggler and Dr. Jones so I can’t identify them. In the photo below, students are “tatting” but, while Hartshorn taught domestic skills, it concentrated on academics and the teachers who graduated pursued careers in Richmond and elsewhere.

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Hartshorn lineup

Harry’s journal had a cryptic note: “Maude E. Brown & Iva Clarke” among Hartshorn photos so I called Virginia Union where their archivist confirmed that those were those of students…of high school. I had not realized that Hartshorn was also a high school until then. Iva’s great-niece is still in Richmond. Someone recognized the name and asked her friend “Is she your great-aunt?” More proof of my conviction that Richmond’s not six degrees of separation but maybe two.

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I wonder if Miss Julia was supervising girls in the dorm December 6, 1920. In the photo below, Harry’s tripod is at the fence and you might not be able to see this but a man is crawling out of the first floor corner window of this dorm.  Harry took pictures of significant events as well as insignificant events like this one. It was only important to the parents of the girl in that corner room!

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Hartshorn’s ‘brother school,’ Virginia Union, offered an unusual feature in its infancy: a working farm, power plant and water supply. Its adjacent Industrial Training School housed pigs, cows, and chickens and vegetable gardens and students were expected to maintain the plant and farm, which supplied the school as well as generating income. The wagon below, in front of Hartshorn, was probably in route to Virginia Union just across the trestle where Union student Percy Jones stood. This was a rare Stilson photo of  Virginia Union, possibly because it was not on his streetcar route.

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Hartshorn was torn down around 1932 when the school merged with Virginia Union. It  sickens me to think of the destruction of those glorious buildings. During World War I, this dorm was decorated with patriotic flags and Harry took a picture of his conductor in front of it.  According to Wikipedia, Hartshorn students were not allowed to ride streetcars but that didn’t prevent my great-grandfather from participating in the lives of the girls of Hartshorn. He documented their faces and the face of African-American education in Richmond, a part of Black History Month that we should know and honor.

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Hartshorn and Elwin for blog


A significant part of Richmond In Sight’s work is identifying the people and places in Harry Stilson’s photography collection. With approximately 5,000 images, most unlabeled, this is no small job but I’m determined to locate not only landmarks, buildings, and events, but also descendants of folks that Harry captured in his photos. Sharing a picture of a grandparent or great-uncle is a joy and amazingly, it happens more than a few times in my work.

When the Richmond Times Dispatch did an article on my work years ago, a woman emailed the paper that she was raised on stories of her mother’s streetcar man, Mr. Stilson, who watched out for her mother and friends. At night, he would stop the streetcar, wait for her mother and Robinette Anderson to walk to their house, and then yell “Are you home yet?” They’d answer “Yes, sir” and his streetcar would move on. I met with Irma Dillard and shared pictures that she had never seen before of her mother, Irma Rainey, and friends from Armstrong High School. Irma is the girl with the glasses, far right. Her daughter identified Goldbug Wilson, Robinette Anderson, Percy Jones and others. This, the first of my detective successes, was by no means the only one.

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There are, however, some people that I have searched extensively for but failed. This little girl, named “Miss Rubin Lee Moore” by Harry on the back of her picture, has always touched my heart. I’ve looked in census records and death records but she’s not there. Sometimes Harry misspelled names or made mistakes but I am certain that this child was named Rubin Moore because of this: I met with an elderly woman for oral history but discovered that Alzheimer’s had stolen her memory. Mrs. Warden didn’t know where or when she was born but I thought I’d share the 20 pictures I’d brought, thinking she’d enjoy them anyway. When Rubin appeared, she said “I know this child. She was a childhood playmate of mine.” I asked if she remembered her name and she responded “Rubin Lee Moore. Her parents were Sadie and Earnest Lee Moore and they went to Hampton Institute with my parents.” It still gives me chills. Actually, Earnest Lee also went to Virginia Union. His name is on the plaque of Union students who were in WWI. You’d think I could find a grandchild or nephew or someone but there are a lot of Moores around here. I believe Rubin Lee died as a child because the 1940 Census shows her mother, Sadie, as a widow, and her siblings as teenagers but there is no mention of Rubin Lee. Death notices? Can’t find one. So…this child haunts me still.


Harry took a series of photographs of the Watson family. This hand-tinted picture of“Bessie Watson’s child” should be shared with her family but I can’t locate them either.

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Remember Irma and Robinette? They had a friend named Jany Charity and I was sure I’d find her descendants in the Charity families of Richmond. I talked to some Charitys, even found that my kids’ dermatologist, Dr. Royal, was related to the Charity family but no one remembered a Jany. Then I discovered Tamara Copeland’s blog, Daughters of the Dream. We have a lot in common. She said Jany Charity might be a relative so the search is still on. Tamara and I have at least one other tie. My daughter and her husband lived on Edgewood Avenue, the Northside street where Tamara grew up.  See why I wrote in my first book “Richmond…not six degrees of separation, maybe two?” That social network of Richmond just might find Jany for me. Oh, and if you look closely in the background, you’ll see a figure coming up the hill towards Jany. I think that’s our pal Irma Rainey, Irma Dillard’s mama.

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In case the point of all this hasn’t struck you, I’ll hammer it home. If your family has been in the Richmond area since the early 1900s, check in with me. Give me names and if you want to email a picture, great. Oh, and there’s this: Richard Lee Bland shared a photograph he’d bought. He recognized it as a Stilson. Same white writing on it as those photos in my book. Harry sold photographs to support his photography and I am confident that family albums contain his images. I’m always on the lookout for Harry’s pictures and you might be able to help me. That two degrees of separation works in my favor, you know.

Black History Month isn’t just about famous folks. It’s about Irma Rainey Dillard, a Richmond teacher remembered by so many people I meet, whose daughter became an attorney. It’s about Earnest Lee Moore, who went to Hampton Institute and Virginia Union, and served his country in World War I. It’s about the unidentified Richmonders in Harry Stilson’s collection that turned his great-granddaughter into Nancy Drew. That famous teenaged sleuth had friends to help her. So do I. Help me put names and stories to the people in Harry Stilson’s photographs. They are all part of our collective history.

As Black History Month begins, it struck me that many heroic acts are inspired by our children. We want their lives to be better than ours, for them to go farther and do more than we have. That isn’t new. In Harry Stilson’s time, Richmond’s African-American community in Jackson Ward fought for schools. Public education was a new concept in Richmond for all races but Harry Stilson’s photographs of young people strike me because they were so frequently taken at schools. From a “young colored friend behind the school” as he labeled the girl with an outhouse behind her, believed to be Moore Street School, to students at Hartshorn Memorial College, the first black women’s college to award a baccalaureate degree, located where Maggie Walker Governor’s School is today, and Virginia Union, where Percy Jones poses on the trestle, it’s clear how critical education was to African-Americans. Because those parents sacrificed to provide schools, their children graduated from high school and college and beyond.

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In the early 1900s, Jackson Ward included what we now call Carver, the area around the “new” Carver School, built after Harry died. Jackson Ward, comprised mostly of African-Americans and Jewish immigrants, included everything from laborers, slaughterhouse workers at Kingan’s Abbatoire, and cleaning ladies to wealthy business owners like Maggie Walker. Many of the well-to-do lived on Clay Street, which I’ve heard referred to as home to the “strivers.” When I asked what that meant, I was told they were “striving” to get richer, go farther. We’re all strivers in our own way so here are a few of Jackson Ward’s working folks in honor of Black History Month.

0004 cobblestones Leigh St 0026 baskets 0014 Ford 0092 Cook with attitude bk 0091 Henrico CafeAbove: cobblestone work on Norton Street at Clay, hand-tinted photo of laundry woman, unidentified man, what I call “cook with an attitude” and Mr. & Mrs. Brooks, Henrico Cafe

If your group would like a presentation of Stilson  images and stories for Black History Month or anytime, there is no charge. We are non-profit so donations are appreciated and I have books for sale and signing at presentations but I’m available to share Harry’s photographs of Richmond. Just contact Richmond In Sight

I spend a lot of time identifying people and places in my great-grandfather’s photos. I also wonder about the children Harry Stilson captured in his images and what their lives were like, what they grew up to be. Black History Month looks back at where we have been but it also looks forward to where we are going, a concern to many. Harry’s streetcar rumbled along the cobblestoned streets of Jackson Ward with his camera tucked beside his seat. I know this because Morris Goldberg told me so and he knew my great-grandfather when Morris was a kid of nine or so.

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Mr. Goldberg at Hancock & Clay, site of Goldberg’s Store

I first met Morris after hearing a voice in a crowd say “I knew a streetcar man named Stilson. He let me drive the streetcar.” Those two sentences define Harry in a way. While his surviving 5,000 photographs and movies capture events, places, workers, and more, they include hundreds, maybe thousands, of pictures of children. He took their photographs and sold them to support his photography hobby but many were because they caught his eye and his fancy. I only know these little cuties are girl scouts because Harry described them as “girl scouts marking time waiting for parade.” Richmond had one of the first African-American Girl Scout troops in America and these girls didn’t even have their uniforms yet.

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He was intrigued by twins. I have dozens of pictures of twins, all ages and colors. I can only imagine his delight had he been able to photograph his great-great-great grandchildren…triplets. These twins appeared in several photos, including one with Harry’s own grandchildren, my father and aunt, which was on Marshall Street.

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Harry’s grandkids, Howard & Norma Kathleen Lynch & twins on Marshall Street

Kids in action tickled him. Kids with goat wagons of laundry, kids swimming or diving, teenagers goofing around.


When the Richmond Times Dispatch wrote about my work, Irma Dillard contacted them to say she was raised on stories of Mr. Stilson watching out for her mom and friends in Jackson Ward. I shared pictures with her of her mother and friends that she had never known existed. Her mom is the girl with the white tights and glasses in the photo below. Her mother became a teacher and I’ve met lots of her former students, which is exciting. Seeing these kids and then knowing that they went on to acquire the education their parents often lacked, to teach and inspire future generations of Richmond kids humbles me.


Some of Harry’s kids disappeared and have frustrated my efforts to locate descendants. I want to share pictures and collect oral history from their families. Children like “Miss Rubin Lee Moore” as Harry labeled her photo. I can’t find her in census records but an incredible thing happened while I was trying to interview an elderly lady. It was clear that her dementia was advanced. She couldn’t recall where or when she was born but I thought I’d show her the 20 photos I’d brought anyhow. As this image appeared, she said “I knew that child. She was a childhood playmate of mine.” I asked if she remembered her name and she said “Rubin Lee Moore. Her parents were Sadie and Ernest Lee Moore. Her parents went to Hampton Institute with my parents.” I was blown away.


I know Ernest Lee Moore was an African-American soldier in World War I but I can find no record of Rubin Lee except for Harry’s picture and Mrs. Warden’s identification of a little girl from over 80 years ago. Finding kin nearly a century ago when the name is a common one like Moore is nearly impossible but I still try. These kids matter. Their lives matter. Just one reason I do this work, why I created a non-profit to (hopefully) provide financial assistance for these searches, this slice of Richmond history. I know that one of Harry’s “kids” grew up to teach generations of Richmond children, that her daughter is now an attorney. I want to know more about the rest of Harry’s kids. Don’t you?



Christmas decorating has changed dramatically in the last few years. Think of how much more there is…more kinds of lights, decorations, computer-generated house lighting displays, lasers, all of that. If you’re a Christmas junkie like I am, it’s great but it’s also neat to see how people celebrated Christmas in the early 1900s and, thanks to my great-grandfather’s photographs, we can do that. One indication of how the season was observed is the number of pictures of the Stilson/Lynch family at Christmas that survived: a handful. It wasn’t as long or involved a holiday as is celebrated today. Some photos of unknown families are included in the collection and could have been friends, family, or customers. We’ll probably never know although I’ve learned not to say “never” in the Great Harry Stilson Adventure. When I do, the next day someone contacts me to identify the place or person I was sure would remain a mystery. Like these folks:


I’ve shown these pictures before but they’re still worth a look. When I shared them before, I asked if you recognized anyone. Your aunt Maude, perhaps? That’s how we identify stuff…Richmond In Sight’s detectives include all of Richmond and beyond. You’re part of the Great Adventure, whether you expect to be or not.

What I love about Harry Stilson’s photographs are the connections: to not only the Richmond of today but to our family. It’s cool to see buildings and places from a century ago and know we pass them (or visit them) today. It’s also really cool to examine a Christmas tree my family decorated and know that some of those same ornaments hang from the branches of my tree. I’ve been questioned about the wisdom of exposing these fragile antiques to harm but they survived thus far and I like the continuity. So here’s the present-day version. If you look at Harry’s photographs, you might spot some of the same ornaments on his family Christmas tree.

The plan is to share a few more holiday images in the next few days. As you may have noticed if you follow this blog, sometimes my best plans go awry. Real estate business, triplet grandbabies, presentations, book writing, and more can interfere with my intentions but stay tuned. I’ll try to do better. I really do need to get on Santa’s “nice” list. Time’s running out…