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The Big House: 1925
... location is the old Maplewood estate near Lewinsville in Fairfax County, Virginia; the 1874 Second Empire mansion, at 7676 Old Springhouse Road ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 08/21/2013 - 6:55pm -

      UPDATE: The location is the old Maplewood estate near Lewinsville in Fairfax County, Virginia; the 1874 Second Empire mansion, at 7676 Old Springhouse Road in what's now McLean, was known as Villa Nuova. The residence was demolished in 1970; whatever connection it might have had to Woodrow Wilson is unknown. Hat tip to Shorpy member Wiggy. Circa 1925. "Woodrow Wilson house." No other information provided. (Not pictured: Tweety and Sylvester in the parlor, going at it hammer and tongs.) National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. No Way!When I showed my wife this photo, and casually commented how nice it would be to live in such a big house, she had one comment: "You better hire a cleaning service, 'cause there's NO WAY I'm gonna be cleaning all those windows!" Masnard roofThe finest quality Second Empire buildings were usually masonry up to the bottom of the top floor, then wood frame on up. The lightweight wood "Masnard" framing allowed for such free-form, Munster-like extravagances as we associate with the style. Unfortunately, such buildings are notoriously leaky and suffer badly from even short periods of neglect. [Ahem. The word is MANSARD, not "masnard." -Dave] Norman and MotherThis house looks perfect for the Bates family. WOW, beautiful Second Empire house!Any ideas as to where this is/was located in DC? Inquiring minds want to know. Wilson connectionInformation on Woodrow Wilson's residences is easily available online. What's not so easy is figuring out when, or if, he lived in this house: it's not the Virginia house where he was born; it's neither of his boyhood houses, in Georgia and South Carolina; it's none of the three houses where he lived in New Jersey; and it's not the house he bought shortly before leaving the presidency and where he died a few years later. Porch ColumnsWhat an interesting detail for the top of those columns. An exquisite house, very handsome. Just need to know the location, nothing else needed. The RingerWoodrow Wilson is always the name that trips up folks when you ask them to tell you the eight presidents born in Virginia. Most quickly think of Washington, Jefferson, Madison and Monroe, and may eventually come up with Harrison, Taylor and Tyler. But no one expects a 20th Century president to have been born in Staunton, Va. Maplewood aka Villa NuovaIn the 60s we used to pass this marvelous house on the way to my father's office and it always fascinated me. It was located on Chain Bridge Road (VA 123) between Vienna and McLean, Virginia, near Tyson's Corner (which I just remember as a real corner--the intersection of two, two-lane roads with a junky little country store). The marvelous mansard was demolished 1970, alas -- but at least HABS took photos. I don't know anything about a Woodrow Wilson connection. [Thank you, Wiggy! - Dave] PuzzledWhy have so many of these lovely houses that appear in Shorpy pictures been demolished? [House old and decrepit, land value increases, owners sell out. - Dave] Why, thank you, Thing!Photo brings another family to mind: They're creepy and they're kooky, Mysterious and spooky, They're all together ooky, The Addams Family. Their house is a museum Where people come to see 'em They really are a scream The Addams Family. Snap, snap! MapleWood A 1956 newspaper article below refers to the house as, "the summer home of Woodrow Wilson." I can't find any contemporaneous accounts to confirm that but then it is probably not the sort of thing reported in newspapers. Owners included Brigadier General William McKee Dunn in the 1870s and Charles Brodt in the 1910s. Sidney and Ethel Ulfelder bought the property in the late 1920s and held it for 5 decades. Control of the property was passed to their son-in-law Rudolph Seeley, who quickly razed the building soon after Mrs. Ulfelder's death before it could be declared a historic landmark. Washington Post, July 30, 1956. McLean Seeks U. of Va. Branch A McLean, Va., group came forward with a last-minute proposal yesterday for the location of the Northern Virginia branch of the University of Virginia at the historic Maplewood estate of Dr. and Mrs. Sidney Ulfelder. They also suggested that the proposed Fairfax County Hospital be located on the property. The 500-acre estate, which includes a 24-room mansion which at one time was the summer home of Woodrow Wilson, will sell for $2500 an acre, they said. … The McLean Group, made up of French Trammell, Robert A. Alden and O.L. Brandenburger, met yesterday with Col. Rudolph G. Seeley, manager of the estate and son-in-law of the Ulfelders. … Washington Post, November 12, 1969. Ethel Ulfelder, 84, a major land owner in Fairfax County and the widow of Dr. Sidney Ulfelder, a physician at the American-British Cowdray Hospital in Mexico City from 1900 until his death in 1959, died Monday after a brief illness in Mexico City. She owned the 512-acre Maplewood Farm, part of which is now the Tysons Corner shopping center, the Westgate Industrial Park and nearby sections of what is now the Beltway and Dulles Airport access roads. The old Maplewood house itself is now the Westgate office, on Rte. 123 in McLean. … Washington Post, February 25, 1970. Wrecking Crew Steals March on History Buffs in Fairfax Wrecking crews stole a march on history buffs last weekend. A 100-year-old Victorian mansion the buffs had hoped to preserve was demolished and apparently none of them know anything about it until it was too late. The 24-room, yellow-painted brick home, known as Maplewood, was torn down at the Westgate Research Park near Tyson's Corner to make way for construction of another industrial building. … “We are just terribly depressed, surprised and shocked,” said Joyce Wilkinson, chairman of the Fairfax County Historical Commission. She and other commission members claimed that Rudolph Seeley, executive vice president of Westgate Corp., told them last October that the structure would not be torn down for up to three years and not sooner than one year. Seeley said the demolition was ordered because the “house is standing on very valuable, highly taxed land” and was “not a particularly architectural gem under any stretch of the imagination.” Washington Post, January 6, 1988. Col. Rudolph G. Seeley, 72, a Fairfax County civic leader and developer who helped pioneer the explosive commercial growth of the Tysons Corner area, died of cancer Jan. 4 at his home in McLean. … It was not until after the war that Col. Seeley moved to the Washington area. The family of his wife, the former Martha Ulfelder, had been farmers in the Tysons Corner area since the 1920s, and the colonel became manager of their dairy business during the late 1950s. Construction occurred between 1958 and 1964. There were 14 interchanges on the highway in Fairfax County alone. The idea that major commercial development would take place so far from downtown Washington was thought to be preposterous. Where the Beltway passed near Tysons Corner there was a feed store, a gas station, a restaurant and a general store. Much of the Ulfelder farm was taken for the Beltway right of way. Mindful of development opportunities, Col. Seeley led a group in acquiring more acreage with a view to rezoning it for commercial use. The wisdom of this move was affirmed with construction of the Dulles Airport Access Road. The Seeley-Ulfelder holdings were at the intersection of Rtes. 7 and 123, roads that had existed since Colonial times. With the building of the Beltway and the Dulles Access Road the land was better served by major highways than any location in Northern Virginia. In 1961 Col. Seeley and Gerald Halpin, a former officer of Atlantic Research Corp., combined land holdings to build a research and industrial park and they helped found the Westgate Corp. to carry out their plans. Col. Seeley also was part of a partnership that leased land to Maryland builders who erected the Tysons Corner Center. It opened in 1968 with three anchor stores and about 70 smaller businesses. … Bravo!Best Shorpy caption ever! (The Gallery, D.C., Natl Photo)
Coop de Ville: 1935
1935. "Birdhouse at Hickory Hill, Ashland, Hanover County, Virginia, and outbuildings for circa 1875 home of Col. Henry Taylor ... theirs, she sold it to him. [That Hickory Hill is in Fairfax County. -tterrace] Good thinking Smart idea to concentrate all ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 03/05/2018 - 7:37pm -

1935. "Birdhouse at Hickory Hill, Ashland, Hanover County, Virginia, and outbuildings for circa 1875 home of Col. Henry Taylor Wickham." 8x10 inch acetate negative by Frances Benjamin Johnston. View full size. Camelot AdjacentI could be mistaken, but is this the same Hickory Hill that Robert F. Kennedy and his family lived in? It had originally been purchased by Jackie Kennedy for her and Jack, but when Bobby's family grew exponentially larger than theirs, she sold it to him. [That Hickory Hill is in Fairfax County. -tterrace] Good thinkingSmart idea to concentrate all your histoplasmosis in one convenient area. This has got to work about like a two-story outhouse. DovecoteI believe that is a dovecote. The doves roost in the upper part while their dropping fall and are deposited in the bottom area and used for fertilizer. I saw one exactly like this at the LSU Rural Life Museum in Baton Rouge, LA. Feeling Cooped UpTalk about being pigeonholed! (The Gallery, F.B. Johnston)
Parting Glances: 1920
... my eye. They were the dominant real estate company in Fairfax County, Virginia, when I was growing up there in the 1980s and '90s. I still ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 08/13/2023 - 3:25pm -

Washington, D.C., circa 1920. "729 12th St., Washington Times." Various shades of Twelfth Street. 8x6 inch glass negative, National Photo Company Collection. View full size. Wall BetweenI would hazard a guess that there is a wall between the woman and young boy. If you follow the line between "painted" and "unpainted" you will see that the width between the windows is farther apart. Also the chimney above, and the two stores below suggest some sort of support wall that would have to go all the way up. MessengersBicycles, a motorcycle and a messenger office. Pure chance, or a cunning business plan? Cleveland MotorcycleThat's a production motorcycle from the Cleveland Motorcycle Co. Questions indeedIs that young blurry boy only wearing one roller skate? Is the other young child telling the headless phantom motorcycle rider to shush? Must say I love the "lace" and tassels on the Shade shop. Possible SlumlordAndrew Murray the builder doesn't take very good care of his property. Window on my WorldBuster Brown in the window above the deli seems to be looking at the motorcycle. Wondering if he is related to the woman in the window next to him, or if there is a wall between them and they are in different apartments. So many questions, so little timeAre the shutters seen on some of the buildings actually used? Or are they just decorative as are modern shutters are? Why don't the brick stone buildings have shutters? Is that some sort of prototype motorcycle? Are the people in the windows family members of the proprietors of the businesses below? Is the boy in front of the messenger service an employee? BTW, I just love photos like this; an honest and unfettered look into a past long gone. Ahead of the timesLike the bike propped against the building. Owner has his bars flipped and his seat laid back -- cutting edge! Tri-LevelWhat a mesmerizing photo; one can conjure up at least three scenarios that fit what we see here. The pride of the gentleman inside the Builder's office watching his son leave; the parting of two friends (or lovers); is the rider embarking on a grand adventure; who is the rider, really? The more you look the deeper the stories become. Olde photos are magic. Ghost RiderTenants checking out the ghost on the motorcyle seems to be the most likely scenario. The Phantom PhootSo what's that disembodied upside-down foot above the third floor windows of #731? Taken for a ride in another senseI suspect that the owner of 729 hired the same Washington housepainter that I did. Bicycle BrakesThe bike leaning against the Murray/McGregor office shows no evidence of brakes, coaster or hand. When did bicycles begin to have braking systems (other than putting your feet down)?....some Shorpyite out there knows..... King Cola, the Royal DrinkNot much you can find about this brand, except that it was sued to death by the Coca-Cola Company for its use of the word "cola." How did Pepsi ever survive the same predicament? [The defendant's sin was not the use of the word "cola" but rather its Spencerian-script logo (below), which was a frank imitation of the Coca-Cola trademark. Coca-Cola's legal blitzkrieg also took aim at Koke, Cold-Cola, Koca-Nola and Ko-Kola. - Dave] Dividing lineI love that only half of the building has been freshly painted. The other half - the builder's half does not instill confidence in his work. Looks like the kid on one roller skate leaped from his ghost position to where he is now. Boys and bikesYou can tell by his blurry foot that the driver is kickstarting his bike. This is an activity that always attracts kids. There's something irresistible about the roar of the engine. The little boy standing behind the bike is thinking, "Someday I'm gonna get me one of those..." I've seen this happen a million times. My Side versus Your SideIt is pretty clear that the owners of 729 and 731 have a different philosophy of exterior maintenance. What a geometrically precise paint line between them. One SkateI bet the other roller skate is on the ghost of a kid spinning just on front of the steps. The rider is a blur because he's trying to kick start the bike. Upstairs grumpy, and the two men are much more interested in the photographer. These are really neat old photos, I'm glad I found the web site. Honesty of Purpose Washington Post, April 8, 1911. Special Notices Announcement. The family of the late John McGregor, builder, of 729 Twelfth street northwest, desire to inform the public that the business will be carried on by his successor, Mr. Andrew Murray, who has been with Mr. McGregor for the past thirteen years. They trust that the same patronage extended to the late Mr. McGregror will continue to be shown to Mr. Murray. In reference to the above, I hope, by strict attention to business and the same honesty of purpose that characterized Mr. McGregror's work, to merit the confidence and patronage of his friends and the public generally. Respectfully, Andrew Murray, 729 Twelfth street northwest. Shannon & LuchsHoly cow! The Shannon & Luchs For Sale sign on 731 caught my eye. They were the dominant real estate company in Fairfax County, Virginia, when I was growing up there in the 1980s and '90s. I still remember their radio jingle: "It takes more than luck / it takes Shannon & Luchs." I had no idea they had this long a history. They seem to have been acquired by Polinger in 1993, but I know they were still going by the S&L name at least until the late '90s. Cleveland motorcycleThe motorcycle in the photo is a Cleveland A2, which was manufactured by the Cleveland Motorcycle Manufacturing Company, located in the Ohio city of the same name between 1915 and 1925. The A2 was powered by a 220cc two-stroke engine mounted transversely in the frame, with a worm drive to power the countershaft sprocket for final chain drive. The shaft exited the two-speed gearbox and extended past the rear downtube to drive the the magneto, hung just forward of the rear wheel. In 1920 the A2 grew larger, adding footboards, incorporated fuel/oil tank and wider fenders. The weight increased in 1921 with a larger fuel/oil tank and seat and a battery. To offset the additional weight, engine capacity was increased to 270cc. In 1923 a sportier model was offered - the Model E, which featured a battery and electric lights. Although the Cleveland looked flimsy compared to the big V-twins offered by other US manufacturers, their light weight (68 kg) and moderate power (3.5 bhp and 30 mph top speed) combined for easy riding. The main market of the A2 were students, women and businesses who employed couriers and light delivery riders. The low price ($150) was cheaper than comparative bikes offered by other manufacturers. The A2 was replaced in 1925 by the 350cc Model F. (The Gallery, Bicycles, D.C., Motorcycles, Natl Photo, Stores & Markets)
Sampson, Chico and Slew: 1944
... [Also, the lion and Latin motto "Fare Fac" are from the Fairfax County crest. - Dave] (The Gallery, D.C., Joseph Horne, Music, WW2) ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 09/09/2011 - 2:30pm -

March 1944. Washington labor canteen. Band for a St. Patrick's Day dance sponsored by the United Federal Workers of America, Congress of Industrial Organizations. View full size. Medium format safety negative by Joseph Horne. ERTCThe band is from the Army's Engineering Replacement Training Center at Fort Belvoir, Virginia. I would assume that Group 2 refers either to the second class being process by the center or a particular section within the training center. By the way the guys are drinking Royal Crown Cola. Now what they might have slipped into it is anyone's guess. [Also, the lion and Latin motto "Fare Fac" are from the Fairfax County crest. - Dave] (The Gallery, D.C., Joseph Horne, Music, WW2)
The Storms of Lewinsville: 1910
... "Storms. Lewinsville, Virginia." On the J.A. Storm farm in Fairfax County. National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 01/23/2010 - 1:57am -

Circa 1910. "Storms. Lewinsville, Virginia." On the J.A. Storm farm in Fairfax County. National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. The Storms of LewinsvilleJohn A. Storm, with his partner John W. Sherwood, ran the Storm & Sherwood Lewinsville Farm Dairy for many years -- from around the turn of the century well into the 1930s. The dairy brand persisted into the 1950s. Its bottling plant was at 3247 Q Street. There were also "dairy lunch rooms" at 2005 Florida Avenue and at Florida and Seventh Street. The Storm family was a force in Fairfax County politics from the 1880s on. The hard work on the Storm farm was done by servants and dairy employees. The WalnutsThe tree looks like it might be a walnut -- the largest I have ever seen! I was truly expecting a different kind of storm here. LewinsvilleThe long-gone hamlet of Lewinsville was located a couple miles east of present-day Tysons Corner, between what is now Leesburg Pike (Route 7) and Georgetown Pike (Route 193). This used to be one of the most productive dairy farming areas in Virginia, but it's wall to wall subdivisions now. How you gonna keep 'em down on the farmAfter they've seen these two. Is it Politically Incorrectto refer to the woman on the right as a Classic Battle Ax? BeautifulAnd to think they're only 35 years old! (I covet the seated lady's brooch) SpycraftThis scene is close to the spot where they would put CIA headquarters later in the century. Forestry DivisionThe bark and sawtooth leaves suggest elm to me. Or might this be agrass negative? War and ReconstructionOld enough to have lived through the war and reconstruction, these two ladies probably relished having their children and grandchildren gathered around as they told the tales of Stonewall, Lee, and the boys of the Confederacy. Their first-hand accounts are now lost to history as is the landscape. Close-upI was quite surprised and pleased to note that both ladies appear much kindlier in the full view since it usually works the other way round. How beautiful our neighborhood used to be even as recently as 30 years ago when there were corn fields and cow pastures on either side of the Dulles Airport access road with an occasional hilltop farm house and/or barn. Only concrete and siding is grown there now. We all call it the Los Angelesization of Northern Virginia and, having come from LA, I can certainly vouch for that. Two interesting facesPlenty of lines and wrinkles, no doubt, after decades of hard work and the trials of life; but at the same time there is kindness there as well, especially the lady who is seated. The standing lady at first appears fierce, but a closer look reveals some tenderness beneath the rough exterior. They have seen and experienced a great deal, and I wish I could spend an afternoon under that tree sipping lemonade and talking to them about it. (The Gallery, Natl Photo, Portraits)
The Jolly Market: 1965
... for a couple of my acquaintances in the Jolly Market in Fairfax, California. A year later he retired from full-time employment, but took on part-time work at a couple Marin County supermarkets for a few years thereafter. This being the days before ... 
 
Posted by tterrace - 09/29/2011 - 6:15pm -

My father makes change for a couple of my acquaintances in the Jolly Market in Fairfax, California. A year later he retired from full-time employment, but took on part-time work at a couple Marin County supermarkets for a few years thereafter. This being the days before scanners, you'll note the market's latest weekly newspaper ad hanging there for reference. The triangular-shaped gizmo at the upper right corner of it is a trading stamp dispenser, probably Blue Chip. A few years later we were using them at the post office counter to sell postage stamps. Also of interest, conveniently located on the counter adjacent to the razor blades, is a dispenser of do-it-yourself last will & testament forms, thus providing a complete impulse buy solution for the customers. Finally, at no extra charge, hilarity-inducing facial expressions. A somewhat underexposed, fluorescent-illuminated available light Kodachrome that I boosted and color-corrected. Smoking In The StoreMy first "real" job was bagging groceries at the local supermarket in the early '70s. At least in small town Nebraska, smoking was certainly permitted inside the store. We had ashtray stands at the end of every aisle, and a couple times per shift someone had to go up & down the aisles and sweep up cigarette butts. No scanners - each item was individually priced, either with a rubber stamp or a sticker gun. And we closed promptly at 6 every night, an hour later than the downtown shops - except on Thursdays, when every store in town stayed open till 9 and the farmers came to town to shop. It really was a different world. Bar codesEvery packaged product in the late '70s had a bar code, but few people seemed to have any idea what for, since scanners were not yet in evidence. They were the perennial butt of jokes in Mad Magazine; one cover had Alfred E. Neuman cutting a line of them with a lawnmower. I don't actually remember seeing anyone smoke in a supermarket, but one of my earliest memories is of reaching down to pick up a butt in the aisle, out of curiosity, since no one in my family smoked, and I wasn't sure what it was. Of course my mother told me to put it down because it was dirty. This would have been in the early '70s. I do remember seeing ashtrays atop the posts that held the velvet ropes in the bank, well into the '80s. Indoor smoking was of course verboten by that time, but the accoutrements remained. Double TakeWow! I had to do a double take with this photo. Though your dad appears to be shorter in height than my dad, your father looks just like my dad in this photo. Maybe it is his expression, or the shape of his face and nose, and the glasses, but your father, in this picture, could almost pass for my dad. I have not seen such a similarity to my dad in other pictures of your father though. I'm with the BillsBdgBill is right that a photo you probably barely noticed at the time has aged very well, and RGMBill is right that the man wouldn't look out of place 45 years later, while the woman's dress is, well, severely retro. There is so much going on in this photo. Why is the older man with the younger woman? Why does she have a flower behind her ear? Why is she looking at your father so intently? A great slice of life photo that is thought-provoking nearly a half-century later. A Trip to the StoreThis was during my formative years, and I always liked going to the grocery store (Food Fair). The gumball machines, the electric door at entrance, the big Toledo scale, the Coke machine, and the candy racks at the register (Life Savers, Wrigley's Spearmint, Doublemint) were highlights. If I was really lucky, there would also be a stop at the gas station (Cities Service). Did your dad ever have to deal with shoplifters, drunks or robbers? I'm sure he encountered his share of characters. Ordinary Photos Age Well You probably barely gave this shot a look when it was first processed. Almost nobody would have found this to be an interesting photo when it was first shot but as images like this age, they get more and more interesting. I really enjoy these occasional mid to late 20th century photos here on Shorpy. Keep them coming. Do you remember if customers were allowed to smoke in grocery stores back in the day? I seem to remember my mother smoking while walking the aisles of our local Stop n Shop back in the early '70s but she strenuously denies this. Cute CoupleI bet those two were fun beyond belief. Service With A SmileI must admit that although we enjoy amazing conveniences and ease of living these days, the old time personal service could not be beat. If you have tried to use those "self-checkout" lanes in most big markets these days, you will see that in almost every instance a manager/cashier must be called over anyway (with further delays) because the sale price did not scan or coupons could not be used or for any other number of glitches that were wrongly programmed. As for "impulse item space" at the checkout, that was always a hot property for manufacturers to win for their product. I worked for Bic Pen in the 60's and they would do anything for that point of sale display as did Gillette Blue blades. Years later, when I had kids, they would desperately want to spend their entire allowance before we left any store and were buying TV Guides, gum, nail clippers, etc. just anything to use up their $2. This photo is wonderful and totally realistic, a blast from the past, I love it. Thank you Shorpy and tterrace. 8:24 pmHugging by your dad's watch. The man could have stepped into the supermarket here today and no one would look twice. The girl -- well, fashions have changed, although folks might still look at her twice. ["Hugging"? If you say so. - Dave] Dad seems to be thinkingEverywhere I go that kid of mine is taking my picture. Great photo, something about old Supermarkets gives me a very nostalgic feeling. I can remember going to the Safeway back around 1963-64 and being fascinated by the Coffee aisle, they had a grinder then and you ground your own beans, great stuff for a four year old boy. I can remember the music too, or maybe it was Muzak, dreary instrumental stuff with lots of muted horns. Butts in the fruits and veggiesYeah, people could smoke in the grocery. I remember, as a kid in Southern California around 1970, going to the store to get an orange or apple for a snack. While picking one out I noticed that unthinking individuals used to toss their butts right into the fruit and veggie bins. I guess the produce folks had to do the butt removal as well as restacking the fruit. Yuck! Introduction to ItalianTterrace, I don't know how you wound up with the nickname "termite." Especially with your family's Italian heritage, I'm surprised your friends and family didn't call you "Paparazzi." At First GlanceIf I didn't know better, it looks like the customer feels he's been short changed. Speaking of scannersI get a kick out of looking through Reader's Digests that came out around the time I graduated high school (1979). Just for giggles, I pulled a 20 cent off coupon for soup out of one a few weeks back and took it to Safeway, mostly to see the cashier's reaction upon realizing it expired 10 years before she was born. The lack of a barcode didn't even OCCUR to me but she must've turned it over and back 20 times looking for it. It completely overwhelmed the poor kid's sense of How Things are Supposed to Work and that ended up making me feel terrible. She never did notice the expiration date. Dad !!!As another reader noted, your dad resembles his dad in this photo. Your dad looks like my dad in every photo you print so much so that my first thought on seeing him would be "A second family! Not working out of town, like he said!" My dad's face was fuller, but otherwise a ringer. I thought the resemblance might be the same region in Italy, but subsequently you named his town and it was not the same as my dad. You and I however, look nothing remotely alike. Was this dad's store where he had been a pharmacist? [my apology. Dad was never a pharmacist] Enjoying the momentYour dad looks like a true gentleman tterrace and this image begs the question, what are they buying? They look slightly embarrassed and amused at the same time. Your dad has that "Not now son" look. The stories of times past are also very interesting. Thanks Shorpians. Smoking in the 1960sDo you remember if customers were allowed to smoke in grocery stores back in the day? I can't speak for the USA but being a teenager (in Australia) in the 1960s (I was born in 1945) I can tell you that the only places in which smoking was forbidden (not by law but my social standards) were churches. So seeing someone light up in a bank/grocery store/milkbar/cafe/ etcetera was common and not even deserving of a second glance. After all, back then smoking only stunted your growth if you were a youngster. Some Jolly AnswersTo my knowledge, Father never had to deal with robbers, and while I don't recall him talking about drunks or shoplifters, he undoubtedly had experiences with both in his 40+-year grocery career. When he worked at another Jolly store that was located adjacent to one of Marin County's most upscale neighborhoods, he sometimes came home speaking of being riled and having to bite his tongue when dealing with some of that area's more imperious clientele. But he was an old-school pro all the way; I can't imagine him ever losing his cool with a customer, any more than he would have with anybody at any time for that matter. He did, however, sometimes express disappointment when others he worked with, both in management and labor, did not exhibit the kind of professionalism he had always brought to the job, both as a store owner and employee. You know, the younger generation and all that. In answer to ImpressionsInWatercolor's question, he never was a pharmacist. As for my two acquaintances, they were themselves merely acquaintances, not a couple. Finally, let's credit Dave with some further tweaking that brought more oomph to my scan. Going down to Jolly's. I know of the second "Jolly's" that you speak. It was the store we would shop at, unless you decided to head for that new Safeway store the was in San Anselmo, and now a post office. Actually, back then, it was hard to tell the difference between where anyone was from in the surrounding communities. There were enclaves of very wealthy, and the no so well to do. However, the well to do never really flaunted their wealth, and drove cars and dressed their children like most everyone did. Compare that to today's situation and attitudes in the same locale, and I'd wager ever your father would have a hard time holding his tongue. I know I do. Smoking in the grocery storeOne of my earliest memories is of being brushed by a man's burner in the grocery store aisle. This must have been 1971 or 72. "Hugging"Sorry, Dave, that was because Swype couldn't understand the word "Going".... trouble with using a cellphone to send comments. Looks to me like Eugene Levy checking out Winona Ryder and Arnold Palmer. LikeI love most of the "Tterrace Collection," but this is one of my favorites in awhile. Great candid and a slice of life. I don't know why you thought to take shots like this at the time, but I'm glad you did. And also glad that you're scanning and sharing them now. DanV, it's nice to see another Nebraskan on here. I also grew up in a small, rural town in that lovely state. By my time, the two grocery stores were open every night until 8:00 (except Sundays), but the rest of the downtown stores continue the practice of staying open late on Thursday night to this day. I wonder how Thursday got to be the "late night." Finally, the comments on smoking in stores and banks blow my mind. Growing up in the '90s (yes, I know, please let me stay anyway), smoking had already been banned from most places except for restaurants and bars. In fact, strange as it sounds, it has never before occurred to me that people might have smoked in grocery stores or banks! Many of these pictures make me wish I could see what life was like in earlier eras (if only for a little bit), but this is one area I think undoubtedly improved! Suburb of MinneapolisIn the 50s we shopped not in the city but suburbs and I know you could smoke there (don't know if the city was different}. But it was nice because my parents knew the owners of the grocery store, drug store and hardware store. Probably the liquor store also. Small town values. You know everyone. Different world now. Another great pic from tterrace and Shorpy!!!!! (ShorpyBlog, Member Gallery, Stores & Markets, tterrapix)
Tractor Pull: 1942
... for the old tractors are still available. The old Fairfax (Kansas City, KS) B-25 plant was demo'd in the late 80s. Nothing is ... McCormick Works in Chicago is the site of the current Cook County Jail and the old Farmall Works in Rock Island is just now being demo'd. ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 07/22/2012 - 12:47pm -

October 1942. Kansas City, Kansas. "B-25 bomber plane at North American Aviation being hauled along an outdoor assembly line." View full size. 4x5 Kodachrome transparency by Alfred Palmer for the Office of War Information. Wartime ingenuityDoes anybody know if that tractor was "pressed into service", or built specifically to haul planes? Snappy dressers.The tractor is an I-4 International industrial, the model was built from 1941 to 1953. 24 hp measured at the drawbar. The B-25 obviously met her maker long ago but the old tractor might still be around in the hands of a collector, or maybe even still in use somewhere. Many repair parts for the old tractors are still available. The old Fairfax (Kansas City, KS) B-25 plant was demo'd in the late 80s. Nothing is left but a vacant lot. Why was a guard posted to watch the employees? Afraid someone would go for a joy ride? Old tractorsThe I-4 was the industrial version of the W-4 standard tread tractor that International Harvester/McCormick built for wheat farmers. The differences were fairly minor and only included things like a beefed up/fixed width front axle, rear drawbar mods, transmission change gears to allow higher transport speeds and the obvious substitution of street tread for the rear ag tires. On-line references only say I-4/W-4s were built at the Farmall plant in Rock Island, IL but I think I've seen historical photos of 'em going down the line at the old McCormick Works in Chicago, too. Even during the war, tractor production was kept up. The old McCormick Works in Chicago is the site of the current Cook County Jail and the old Farmall Works in Rock Island is just now being demo'd. The I-4 was built for common industrial uses and pulling aircraft around was only one of the many ways they were pressed into service. Many were built for all kinds of industrial uses. I haven't seen any for a while but it was fairly common to still see these in plant use through 1990 anyway. With only minimum maintenance, the old girls will almost last forever. Security GuardPeople walking off with scarce or rationed supplies (tools, tires, wiring, paint, gasoline) and selling them on the black market was a problem in a lot of the big wartime plants. Who watches the guard?They never "borrow" stuff? Who watches the guard? [Alfred Palmer and his giant, ever-present camera. And all of us. - Dave] SabotageI'd guess that guards around military production plants were as common as could be. Less than a year after the attack on Pearl Harbor (re:photo date) potential sabotage was a major concern (and one of the reasons behind the internment of Japanese-Americans in "relocation camps"). An aircraft plant would have been a primary target for a saboteur. Including a guard in the picture was probably one of those things that was done as a "show that we're always alert" item. Pull!The funny thing is that I-4 International Industrial tractor was hooked up to the first B-25 and simultaneously pulled all of those 10 B-25 that were hooked up to each other behind that first plane you're seeing in that picture. What a feat! That feat made it into Ripley's Believe It Or Not book of 1943 and was pictured on page 124 just opposite of the two-headed Martian. I-4 and I6There was also an I-9 model, the first tractor my grandfather was able to buy after the war. It was ill suited for farm work as the seat was so far behind the rear axle that the slightest bump tried to dismount the driver. I attribute most of my back problems to the many days I spent on that tractor driving a diagonal path across cotton rows harrowing the crust off sprouted seedlings. The toll in drivers may be uncounted but like all IH products of the time, it continued near daily service for at least 15 years until I lost track of its whereabouts. How clear the photo is for so long ago.I have been a Shorpy fan for some time and it still stuns me to see such great photos. How do they maintain negatives so well? The modern digital camera has nothing on these fine, fine pictures. Thank you to whomever supplies these. I look at these men and there either long gone or very very old. This also amazes me. [Kodachromes are transparencies -- there are no negatives. They're clear because they're big. - Dave] (The Gallery, Kodachromes, Alfred Palmer, Aviation, WW2)
My Home Town: 1957
... and that wasn't simply because of inflation. Marin County "Culturally, though, as the previous suggests, it's a whole different ... rode from Madrone Canyon up to the Mt Tam watershed and Fairfax. Again, thanks for sharing your photos. Why tterrace? Why do you ... 
 
Posted by tterrace - 09/16/2012 - 3:58pm -

I was 11 when my brother took this Anscochrome slide of Larkspur, California, where I grew up. Around then I might have gone to the twin-towered City Hall at left, either to the Library to satisfy my curiosity about freeways, dinosaurs, coins or, believe it or not, peruse collections of New Yorker cartoons, or to the city offices to bug the clerks for copies of city forms I could adapt for the make-believe city I incorporated our yard into. Alongside is the fire house, where I might take pictures of the trucks. Across the street is St. Patrick's church, where I'd fidget during Mass every Sunday. Our house was a block away, hidden by the trees. Farther along, the steep-gabled building is the old St. Patrick's, where once a week fellow Catholic kids and I on religious instruction release from our public grade school would attend Catechism classes where stern nuns would attempt to drill dogma into our little souls. Below the church, the Ford woody is in the parking lot behind the Rainbow Market (red roof at left), where earlier my father worked for a few years. Down center, the small roof with the flag pole is the then-new Larkspur Post Office building. And then, a 1956 Pontiac. View full size. Learning from New Yorker cartoonsI believe that you avidly read the New Yorker cartoons. I did likewise. Learned a lot about the world from stretching to understand them. I still seem to learn the most interesting things by reading cartoons and, believe it or not, these Shorpy pictures! Example: Watching the progression of motor vehicles taking over the streets from horse-drawn vehicles in the first 2 or 3 decades of the 20th century. Shorpy pictures are a window in to the when, where, and why of that progression. Or: Look at the roofs of buildings. Mostly out of normal sight, they tell you the limits of building engineering of the time. Or: Look at the wiring in city shots. Same limits, including business and social organization limits - are on display. Tiny LarkspurBeautiful scene. It seems that every time it's mentioned in the paper, "tiny" has to be alongside. Idyllic Small TownThanks Tterrace for this peek and please tell us that you can go back there and it hasn't changed. Larkspur todayWell, jiimylee42, today Larkspur looks pretty much the same as in 1957, except for vegetative growth, some different paint jobs and the streets being clogged with cars. If this same view were taken today - which it can't because of trees - the only thing missing would be old church, which was replaced with St. Patrick's school in the early 60s. Downtown is exactly the same, except trees have replaced power poles and the grocery, drug, hardware and other everyday stores have turned into boutiques, art galleries and gourmet dining experiences. Except for a few scattered McMansions, the old neighborhoods still have their eclectic mix of early-20th century home and bungalow styles. Culturally, though, as the previous suggests, it's a whole different world. Our old house, which my folks bought in 1941 for $3000 last sold a few years ago for $1.5 million, and that wasn't simply because of inflation. Marin County"Culturally, though, as the previous suggests, it's a whole different world. Our old house, which my folks bought in 1941 for $3000 last sold a few years ago for $1.5 million, and that wasn't simply because of inflation." As usual, unless we inherited our parent's home, we are unable to live where we grew up. Details Since I first started looking at Shorpy I have been impressed with your memory of small details. I do not have that talent. It is fun to look at an old photo and then have someone take us back in time explaining it. Memory probeI'm curious about the hip roofed building between old and new St. Patrick's. Is it a convent or rectory? Probably not a school or the nuns would have used the classrooms rather than the old church for religious ed. [Rectory. - tterrace] A lot of my exposure to the world beyond also came from The New Yorker cartoons and David Susskind's talk show that came to me on NET (now PBS). Twin Cities@tterrace - Love all your posts - keep them coming. Larkspur is an idyllic little town. I remember the fellow who worked in the post office was named Panda Bear; always got a kick out of that name. Another named oddity was the 'Twin Cities' as Larkspur and Corte Madera hardly qualified as cities by my definition. Back in the 70's you could possibly run into Ken Kesey, Huey Lewis, Bill Graham, Jerry Garcia, Grace Slick, Janis Joplin, Steve Perry and Journey, etc etc as lots of musicians called Larkspur home at one point or another. Also, I believe Larkspur is credited as where the mountain bike was invented by Gary Fisher who rode from Madrone Canyon up to the Mt Tam watershed and Fairfax. Again, thanks for sharing your photos. Why tterrace?Why do you publish all of these tterrace submissions? These do not fit the theme of the Shorpy site and are not nearly as interesting as the 100+ year old photos. The rich kid's antics do not interest me. [We weren't rich. - tterrace] [Because they are wildly popular and much beloved. - Dave] Why Not tterrace?tterrace is a most valuable asset for Shorpy. His photos of the 1950s,60s &70s are a memorable history lesson to many of us. He shows me pictures of life a continent away in an era that I remember very well. American History doesn't end in 1912 or before, it is an ongoing process. Who is or isn't rich is in the eye of the beholder. My parents' houseUnlike Shorebreak, I could easily afford to buy the home I grew up in. Whether I could afford the medical bills from the periodic gunfire is another matter. 8900 block, south Morgan street, Chicago. I like ALL Shorpy photosI like ALL Shorpy photos, from the mid to late 19th Century through the 1970's. I especially like tterrace's photos, but then again, my brother and I and family moved to Marin County in 1957. Keep 'em coming! My brother, who still lives in Marin, and I look at Shorpy EVERY morning. I love 'em allYep, whether they're from the 1800's or the 1950's, these Shorpy pictures are ALL fascinating. Especially with interesting commentary. Keep it up, tterrace! Well done! Thanks as always for your photos and comments, tterrace.And of course thanks to Dave for providing us with an amazing array of photographs spanning a wide timeframe and variety of subjects -- completely free of charge! Although I usually find something of interest in the photos on Shorpy, there are occasional examples that don't do much for me. In those cases, I move on to the next one. "Rich" with All Things VernacularWere it not for tterrace's submissions, my vision of the 1950s would be pretty much confined to "I Love Lucy" reruns. Another thanks to tterraceI am about two years older than tterrace and I can certainly relate to his photos. I have been following them ever since I found the Shorpy site about four years ago. Recently when he became a moderator (or at least able to add his knowledge about a subject to the comments) on this site I sadly noticed that his weekly postings diminished in frequency a bit. I always looked forward to his family photos as they seemed to parallel my life in numerous ways and certainly resurrected a bunch of good memories for me. Lately he is posting more again. tterrace, KEEP EM COMING!!!! What Gets PublishedI'm always amazed at people who seem to think that they are owed some explanation of what gets posted to a site that they aren't paying to see. tterrace's photos, and his sometimes incredible remembrance of the subjects, circumstances and equipment used to make them are one the great joys of this site. Also, from the site description (right there at the bottom of every page, just below "The 100-Year-Old Photo Blog" line: "...vintage photo blog featuring thousands of high-definition images from the 1850s to 1950s. The site is named after Shorpy Higginbotham, a teenage coal miner who lived 100 years ago." Thanks for your dedication and hard work, Dave (and tterrace too). Regarding the "rich kids antics" from Marin.I have lived in Marin for nearly sixty years, and my parents grew up here as well. That's over eighty years ago. I can tell you, Marin county was not always considered rich or even liberal for that matter. Marin was just another place for normal, average, middle class people to raise their families. Yes, there have always been enclaves of those who were wealthy, but what place in this country doesn't? This photo was taken from that time. I will also add, that those children from the higher class families lived just like everyone else did back then. Pretension was hard to find. That has indeed changed over the last 30 or so years in a major way, and I have no doubt that the average income of those living here are in some of the highest brackets in the country. The shift in demographics did make it difficult for many, if not most, of those that grew up here to afford to live here later in life. Some left because of the change in lifestyle. T's photos bring back an era that has long since passed, just like all the other photos presented here. Look, listen and learn. Thanks, TTerrace!I greatly enjoy your photos and history, and they were a big motivator and influence when I decided to create my own lesser blog. And Dave's comments are always something to look forward to. Shorpy.com is one of the two or three blogs I visit multiple times a day. I've learned a great deal from it and derived hours of enjoyment from the wonderful photos and comments. There are some learned people who live in ShorpyWorld! The stuff they know never ceases to amaze me. The Way-back Machine This is a period of time that is especially dear to me. I am a big city boy, born and raised on the other side of the country from Tterrace; New Jersey to be precise. I grew up in the City of Newark, in the area called Forest hills. And while Tterrace lived in a private home, I lived in apartment building with 39 other families. Other than that I would imagine that our lives were rather similar. He had a back-yard where he could play, I had an entire city Park to explore at my leisure. (Branch Brook Park) My family was not rich, by any means, but I had a full and interesting childhood. There are times I wish that I could go back to that era but it's gone now. And all I can do is look at photos from that time and smile, sometimes with a tear in the corner of my eye... Dave, you and Tterrace do a wonderful job! Thanks... I, too, enjoy TTerrace's contributions.Look forward to seeing them. Lived in Monterey for a year in the mid-70s and certain pics bring back memories. I just would like some more pictures of the sister-in-law. Regarding RGraham's CommentVery astute about those who grew up in small towns that later became fashionable or wealthy or both. I grew up in Naples, Florida, in the late 1960s when it was just an out-of-the way spot on the map with a smattering of wealthy winter-time residents. Not so anymore. Luckily, thanks to the Net and Facebook, those of us who palled around in those days are still having laughs together almost daily, even though we're scattered all over. Only a few still live in Naples. And we cherish the old photos we can find. I want more.I hit this site daily hoping for tterrace photos. Comfy house, amazing garden, well-cooked-in kitchen, long lived and interesting grandparents, hard working dad, brainy mom doing NY Times crosswords in ink,curious and tech-head brothers, and beautiful sister. It wasn't my life, but it was the one I wanted. And never once did I think them rich except in each other. Oh yes,and those gorgeous drapes. It Happens Every YearIt seems like once a year or so someone complains about tterrace and his posts, although this is the first time I've seen him referred to as a "rich kid." Which in turn inevitably releases a flood of support for tterrace's posts. Which inevitably includes something from me. So here goes. This blog isn't, and shouldn't be, restricted to photos that are a hundred years old or older. That would eliminate so many great photos like pictures from the Roaring 20s, the Farm Security Administration photos from the 1930s, the OWI pictures from World War II (some of which were - shock - in colour). And we can't restrict the blog to the works of professionals, because some of the most interesting photos in this blog were the works of amateurs. The photos that tterrace has posted over the years have been a portrait of a time period as seen by a talented pair of amateurs - tterrace and his brother. Their work is at least as evocative in its own way as the works of professionals in earlier eras. And like a majority of people here, I like it. My VisitTo San Francisco last month featured lots of driving by my hosts. Imagine my surprise when we went past an exit marked "Larkspur". I insisted on a drive through this town that I wouldn't have otherwise known about. Lovely place, still a lot like the photos. Thanks, tterrace, for sharing so much with us. I, too, am from Newark, NJ. My 'hood was leveled after the riots of the 1960s. Everything disappeared like an A-bomb blast. Now it's all Section 8 housing. It's charming to see someone's childhood home that still abides. 1860 or 1960, I love 'em all.The only thing that changes is the way I relate to the picture. Pictures from 1860 have me thinking about how they fit into the history I've read. Pictures from 1960 have me comparing the view to my memories from childhood. Looks like a great place to grow upAs always, Mr. TT, your comments match the pictures. Sharp, sensitive and revealing. Thanks! My houseI lived in Larkpur in 1960, on Post St. behind the Lark Theater where my mom worked at the time. I later lived in the yellow house in the lower left hand corner, and my grandparents live in the house to the right of that. My grandmother worked at Rainbow Market from WWII to 1970. I went to H.C. Hall School, before it became a middle school. Practiced riding a skateboard on the corner where the Blue Rock was. I love these pictures! Miss this era and the little town that was Larkpur. The comments made about the rich and Larkpur (Marin) are accurate. My grandmother knew Nelle Dougherty (Dougherty Dr.) and Charlie Young who later went on to be the oldest living resident of Larkspur. William Frizzi owned the house I lived in, if I am not mistaken; did the electrical work for the old Rose Bowl. The 4th of July, Twin Cities Little League - all memories of mine. I left Larkspur when I accidently started a fire in that old house. Would love to exhange info, or receive more pics of this place. (ShorpyBlog, Member Gallery, tterrapix)
Rainbo Is Good Bread: 1942
... (Route 50) was built between downtown Cincinnati and Fairfax, and renamed SR 74. Confused? Me, too. Question All of ... porch has been removed but that is the location. Morrow County, Ohio. Sorry, and if you have traveled around Ohio any, you would know ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 05/26/2009 - 4:56pm -

1942 or 1943. "Gilead, Ohio (?), possibly Mount Gilead" is the uncertain caption. Although the photo does provide a few clues. 35mm Kodachrome transparency by John Vachon for the Farm Security Administration. View full size. UPDATE: A couple of astute commenters have identified this as a building on Main Street in Mount Orab, Ohio. Google Street View gives a pretty good match. If there are any Shorpyite shutterbugs in Mount Orab, hie on over to the intersection of Main and High, send us some pics and help us lay to rest a mystery that's been bedeviling the Library of Congress for the past 65 years! Route 74Ohio Route 74 was renumbered 32 when Interstate 74 was built. It seems to be the same road as US50 in some places. A quick search shows a "Union Leader" newspaper in Toledo, a long way from Route 32 / US 50. ["Union Leader" was tobacco, not reading material. - Dave] Rainbo breadThought Rainbo Bread decals might give a clue to location. Flicker has 61 photos labeled with this tag. This scene is the first in the list. Route 74 is an old sign that might be what is now Route 32. Southern Ohio in other words. C.A. Lo__ Groceries & HardwareMy guess would be C.A. Long. Would the public library in Mount Orab have any local newspapers from the 1940s? An ad for this place would tie up that loose end. Also any ads for the Marvel Theatre or "Happyhour." [A current photo of the stonework below, taken from the same angle, would also be helpful. - Dave] Rainbo is good bread...and it looks like the onion sandwiches are very popular. Time warpThere are buildings that still exsist in Ohio that look the same as they did 40 or 50 years ago. Mount Orab, OhioView Larger Map A photographer who is going through multiple towns is going to have problems remembering where he took his picture. Fortunately, Wikipedia tells us that Ohio State 74 became Ohio State 32 in the early 60s. And using Google Street View in the town of Mount Orab (easy to confuse with Mount Gilead) brings us the above. Look at the side of the building in both pictures. [Ding ding ding! I think we have a winner. - Dave] Update indeedThat "Update" is why you have to keep coming back! You never know what will be added or when! Another view from Mount OrabFull image. Mount OrabRoute 74 went from near Cincinnati east about 50 miles to Peebles. It has since been rerouted and renamed Ohio Route 32, although you can still see a few "Old Route 74" sections on modern maps. Route 74 passed through Mount Orab as Main Street, which is where this picture was taken. The building pictured is still there. Rolling in doughPeyton's Market in Moberly, Missouri, displayed the identical Rainbo slogan on the screen door in the early 1950s. The local radio station KNCM had call-in quiz shows, the winner being awarded seven loaves of Rainbo bread. As an elementary school student, I won the contest seven times. For a time, we had more bread than our family of five could eat! Billy!JUST WHERE DID YOU LEAVE YOUR NEW RED WAGON? A True MysteryThis picture is a true mystery. Ohio Route 74 was nowhere near Mount Gilead. It ran from Cincinnati southeast to Seamon and Peebles. That's about 140 miles south of Mount Gilead. If you want to read a really confusing history of Route 74, there's a Wikipedia page on it. Most of what's left of it today is known as Old State Route 32, renamed from SR 74 in 1962.The last SR 74 signs were taken down in 1963. Or maybe not. In a period starting in 1938, the Columbia Parkway (Route 50) was built between downtown Cincinnati and Fairfax, and renamed SR 74. Confused? Me, too. QuestionAll of this detective work makes me wonder if any of this information makes it back to the LOC. Do they ever update the photo information with the newfound information provided by this site? [They do, for photos that are part of the Flickr Commons Project. Of which this is one. - Dave] Regnad Kcin worked here Notice the sign on the door: "daerB dooG si obniaR" StoneworkIf you "drive" by the side of the building on Google maps you can see that there is stonework in the same place as we see it in the picture. The fire escape is there too although the doorway has been boarded up. [Yes, 12 rows in both the old and new photos. - Dave] WrongNope I think that you had this right the first time. I lived in Mount Gilead, and that is the corner that is right downtown. The porch has been removed but that is the location. Morrow County, Ohio. Sorry, and if you have traveled around Ohio any, you would know that every small town just about seemed to have the same layout. If you don't believe me go to Mount Vernon, Mount Gilead or Galion. [The problem with your theory is that Route 74 never went through Mount Gilead. If you examine the details of the photos posted below (or travel to Mount Orab), you'll see that they are of building in our 1942 photo. - Dave] Rainbo BreadMy dad had a small grocery store in western Kansas 50 years ago with a Rainbo Bread sign just like that one on the door. Brings back memories! GoneAll the beautiful woodwork has gone. That is a shame. "Modern" is not always better. Route 74Talk about ironies, I was just mentioning to someone at work about SR74 and its original routings today. Route 74, according to the August 1929 Ohio Guide, passed through Cincinnati, Newtown, Batavia, Williamsburg, Mount Orab, Sardinia, Winchester, Seaman and Peebles. Plus......a gray hearse! We've only got black ones around these parts, so this is kinda exciting for me. Cheers ATsTo the AT(s) that posted the current photo and street view - you along with this site are (and the rest who added clues) are poster children into the power of social networking (not the goofy mainstram media definition of it - but the real power) and worthy of an article in some prominent academic journal. Grew up in Mount OrabThe Long family grocery store was indeed on the corner in question until the mid '70s, when it moved to a new supermarket-type store just up the road on US 68. I worked there in the late '70s. I don't know about C.A. Long. The patriarch of the family was J.P. "Sport" Long when I was there, and his son Paul ran the store. C.A. LongC.A. Long was my great-grandfather. The building in the photo was constructed in 1896 for the International Order of Odd Fellows. The Lodge used the top story for its meetings and rented the ground floor. Charles Anderson Long (1859-1939) moved his grocery business from Williamsburg, Ohio, to Mount Orab in 1931. The business before C.A. rented it in 1931 was a shop that assembled horse buggies (see second photo below). Charles rented the building for his grocery business. His son Julius Paul Long had taken over the grocery in 1939 after C.A.'s death. My father, J.P. Long Jr., bought the grocery in 1968 and continued the business on the corner of 74 & 68 until 1972, when it moved north of town on State Route 68. It closed in 1988. The Marvel was the movie theater in town about one block south on Route 68. It is now being used as the local Masonic Lodge. Route 74 was renamed State Route 32 and then eventually Tri-County Road. The IOOF building was sold when the Lodge closed (1990s?) and is now being used as a women's clothing store. Pictures- C.A. Long calendar 1935 IOOF Building 1930 Long's Grocery 1968 C.A. and his wife Nellie Long (The Gallery, John Vachon, Stores & Markets)
Tangled T: 1924
... "Max Wiehle." Max, son of the founder of the long-defunct Fairfax County, Va., hamlet of Wiehle Station, was a Washington, D.C., businessman who ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 07/24/2012 - 9:55pm -

Exhibit B in the Case of the Battered Buick is this twisted Model T. The second in a series of 1924 photos captioned "Max Wiehle." Max, son of the founder of the long-defunct Fairfax County, Va., hamlet of Wiehle Station, was a Washington, D.C., businessman who owned Potomac Sales, a car dealership. View full size. T, bonedThe Model T supposedly had a top speed of 40-45. I would say the car had to be pushing the limit when this occurred. Gee, he's from where I live nowI don't know exactly where Wiehle Station was, but we live very near the intersection of Wiehle Road and the old Washington & Old Dominion Rail Trail. Nothing in the photo looks particularly familiar, unfortunately. [Wiehle Station was long gone when this picture was made. - Dave] The Original "Airbag"Steering wheel, meet chest. Ouch! Spicoli SaysMy old man is a television repairman, he's got this ultimate set of tools. I can fix it. Fender BenderMy grandfather once told me,"When there were only two cars in the entire state of Kansas, they ran into each other." Maryland driversFor those who don't live in the DC metro area, the joy of motoring amongst Maryland drivers has few parallels outside a dentist's chair. It's a mystery to those of us in Virginia, but the state of Maryland seems to require a mastery of ineptitude in its drivers. Buff it outNow here we have a classic "fixer-upper"! The HOA's going to hear about this!I'll bet the neighbors weren't happy about seeing wrecked cars parked on that vacant lot. Wiehle Station Wiehle Station was located roughly where Sunset Hills in Reston, VA is located today. See the attached 1915 USGS map for the exact location. Wiehle StationWiehle Station probably was very near the modern intersection of Wiehle Road and the W&OD Trail. It was located convenient to the rail line, and was subsumed into modern Reston. I suspect that that's the family's summer home (nucleus of the community) in the background. [The location of this photo has nothing to do with good ol' Wiehle Station. This is most likely the District of Columbia or Maryland. - Dave] Maybe add a sofaI wonder if young Max kept defunct refrigerators in his yard too. OwchLong before seatbelts, I imagine. Re: "Maryland Drivers."I am from the Old Line State and I take offense. I gotta make this short. I'm texting from my car and there's an officer behind me. Modern VernacularIn todays parlance I believe one may say that this car has "Cr-pped the bed". (The Gallery, Cars, Trucks, Buses, D.C., Natl Photo)
Occoquan: 1911
Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1911. "Occoquan Work House, sleeping area." Part of the ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 08/28/2012 - 6:37pm -

Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1911. "Occoquan Work House, sleeping area." Part of the jail operated by the District of Columbia Department of Corrections, shown shortly after its construction. Harris & Ewing glass negative. View full size. Then and NowThe prison was closed down the 1990s, and the low security dorm shown in this photo has been converted into an center for the arts and a museum -- quite a change! http://workhousemuseums.org/ Love the track lightingI think it fits the decor. The exteriorof another part of this charming facility. Click to embiggen. "Occoquan Work House, exterior." (Harris & Ewing) The beds don't look too comfybut it's clean, there's heat and lots of natural light. I can think of worse places to be locked up. I'm guessing these guys were minimum security types. The well-read inmateAt least one inmate here reads the Washington Post. Today the workhouse is an arts center: http://www.workhousearts.org/ The Work HouseWhat exactly was a Work House? Sounds like something out of Charles Dickens. I worked there.I was employed by the Department of Corrections for over ten years starting 1971. The workhouse, at least in those days, was simply the minimum security facility of Lorton Reformatory. The DCDC had five facilities in Lorton, Virginia. Maximum Security (the Wall, where I ate lunch every day for a dollar), Big Lorton (Central Facilities), the Workhouse (or Occoquan - never actually called Minimum Security). There was also YC1 and YC2, both Youth Centers. I started as a Correctional Office at YC2, then worked in the Industries Division at Central for 10 years. Many a time I have walked the sweltering underground tunnels connecting YC2 to the steam plant at Occoquan. Occoquan was where an inmate could hope to graduate to, from Big Lorton, when nearing his parole and escape risk was very low. Inmates at the workhouse could be truck drivers' helpers, or any number of jobs at the facilities, and earned a small salary which would help a lot when paroled. I could write a book about all that went on in Lorton, and am always thrilled to see old photos. Here is one of One Tower and the Salleyport at the Wall. It was never called the Citadel. Really this is is exterior view of same building?The interior view seems to be of a much wider building. For instance there seems to be space for 4 rows of beds with additional room for 2 wide corridors, one in each of the bays. Also the windows in the interior view seem to start at least 10 or maybe even 11 feet above the floor. [As noted in the captions, the interior shot shows the workhouse dormitory and the outdoor shot shows the workhouse. - Dave] Outdoor & Indoor Shots?The more I look at the two photos, the more i think they are two separate buildings. The interior space, height of the windows from the floor ... [As noted in the captions, the interior shot shows the workhouse dormitory and the outdoor shot shows the workhouse. - Dave] More elevated steamAnother photo showing radiators 5 feet or more off the floor. First time I saw this was from another Shorpy picture of an auto repair shop. Only times I have ever seen this. SimilarThis shot reminds me a lot of these Civil War images. Aside from steam radiators and electric lights, there's not much difference. https://www.shorpy.com/node/2388?size=_original https://www.shorpy.com/node/2384?size=_original Been there, done thatSpent two nights there with Mr. Chomsky and Mr. Mailer back in '67. Good place to plan the Revolution. (The Gallery, Harris + Ewing)
Grafonolas on G: 1919
... in Congressional Cemetery. Dr. Otterback, a native of Fairfax County, Va., died Tuesday at his country home in California, St. Mary's County, ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 09/13/2011 - 11:06pm -

October 1919. Washington D.C. "Harry C. Grove, front, G Street N.W." National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. National Photo Company HQBased on the sign next to the Grafonolas shop, it looks like the photographer didn't have to travel too far from his headquarters to get this image. Cameras in the windowHow nice to be able to go back in time and walk in and buy a nice selection of cameras from this era. I collect antique cameras and still use them on a regular basis, so this would be a treasure trove for me. Self-portraitI believe you can see the photographer's reflection in the Dulin store window. You have to look through the automobile to see it. I assume he is standing to the side of his camera while the shutter was open, making adjustments or waiting to close the shutter or something. Drs. Otterback & MadertDentists above the Barber Shop -- a holdover from the even older days or awesome coincidence? Columbia GrafonolaI grew up with a Grafonola in our house, something we'd gotten from my paternal (I think) grandparents. It had an internal horn and looked something like an overgrown music box. The volume control was a set of louvers. Every so often I'd crank it up and play one of the old acoustic 78s we'd inherited. Not too often, because the tone arm had a tracking force of about a pound, it seemed. There was a supply of steel and cactus thorn needles, and the whole thing smelled of machine oil. Parlor, Bedroom and BathOne of the movies advertised on posters in the window of the barber shop is "Parlor, Bedroom and Bath." You can watch, or download this movie at: http://www.archive.org/details/ParlorBedroomandBath Three Faces EastI wondered what the poster for "Three Faces East" was advertising. According to the following link, it was a play on Broadway in 1918-1919. [The playbill in the window is advertising the same drama, at the National Theater. - Dave] No camerasNote that they sell Kodaks. Apparently no cameras to be found there. I wonder if Kodak had any viable competitors in this era. ViewAnother interesting view of times past. I was thinking the touring car behind the "T" was a Lincoln, but I might be wrong. Other guesses? Parlors, Bedrooms and BathsBuster Keaton's "Parlor, Bedroom and Bath" came out in 1931. An earlier version was produced in 1920. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0011555/ "Kodaks" implied roll filmAs opposed to sheet film. George Eastman was kind of the Henry Ford of photography - he made taking pictures simple and inexpensive, bringing it to the masses. The earliest Kodaks were sealed shut - you bought it, took your pictures, then mailed the whole camera back to Kodak, who sent you your prints, negative, and your camera reloaded with film. No muss, no fuss. This was only a few years after the time when photographers actually had to mix and pour the emulsion chemicals onto glass plates right on the spot before the shoot! Dr. Morgan OtterbackPrevious Shorpy Post: 1917 Opening of Grafonola Hall Washington Post, Mar 3, 1949 Dr. Otterback Funeral services for Dr. Morgan Otterback, 69, of 513 Seward Sq. se., dental surgeon here for many years, will be held Saturday at 11 a.m. at the Lee Funeral Home, 300 4th st ne. Burial will be in Congressional Cemetery. Dr. Otterback, a native of Fairfax County, Va., died Tuesday at his country home in California, St. Mary's County, Md., after a long illness. He is survived by his wife, Mrs. Mamie A. Otterback; a daughter, Mrs. Jean O. Wilderson; a sister, Miss Agnes C. Otterback, and a brother, Guy P. Otterback. Graphophone > GrafonolaThe Grafonola was preceded by the Graphophone, a device that played both the Edison recorded cylinders and the newer 78 RPM records. This was sort of like the DVD/VCR combos we are more familiar with, however they took up a lot more space. Model T and ??Car on the left is definitely a Model T Ford, no idea about the one on the right, the hubcaps look distinctive though. Anyone have an idea? ColumbiaGraphophone and Grafonola were trade names of the Columbia phonograph company, which competed with Edison in the cylinder era, and later, with the far more popular Victor in the 78rpm Victrola era. They made both kinds of machines, but there were no "combination" players, as there is virtually nothing in common between a cylinder phonograph and a flat-disc 78 phonograph. Columbia managed to coexist with Victor, often by emphasizing ethnic "race" records that are prized by collectors today. Through many reorganizations, Columbia made it into the radio and TV era (CBS) and developed the LP record in 1948 which became an industry standard until displaced by digital CDs. It's a 1917 Hupmobile RoadsterFound a site with that same hubcap and this picture of an advertisement. Looks like the same car. Stude Light SixThe big car is a Studebaker Light Six. Stude Big SixStudebaker Big Six. Definitely a Studebaker Big SixThose hubcaps were available as a Studebaker aftermarket item. (The Gallery, Cars, Trucks, Buses, D.C., Natl Photo, Stores & Markets)
Slick and Quick: 1926
Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1926. "Freeman House Store -- Vienna, Va." A historic ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 06/19/2013 - 8:31pm -

Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1926. "Freeman House Store -- Vienna, Va." A historic structure that figured in the Civil War. Our title comes from a retail detail. National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. Shopping info needed !This is certainly a "genteel" operation, minus the many advertising signs usually posted on the front façade. How will I know the kinds of tobacco, bread, soft drinks, or pickles which are available? 3 ply paperThere used to be a building paper that was made with a very heavy outer layer, treated with some kind of resin, the middle with a tarry substance (also something like jute fibers) and the inside paper tough but not as heavy as the outer layer. This stuff was good for several years exposed to the weather. Looks like someone has ordered rolls, and the storekeeper has kept them on the porch for easy pickup. Is that tarpaper?Next to the Corby Bread boxes? Slick and quickSpotless Cleanser sign on the right. Here she is!View Larger Map Fetch my julepThat hammock on the second floor porch... speaks volumes about the pace of Southern life. I'm there. The Easy WayHere's part of Spotless Cleanser's marketing budget, all starting with just a nickel. Bigger Than A BreadboxThe Corby Bread lock-box on the porch, where the bakery leaves the bread before the store opens. Not uncommon today, but they usually hold specimens collected from patients in a medical practice, to be picked up by a laboratory for processing. What I can't identify are the tubes stacked up to the left of the breadbox. [Paper towels, or maybe toilet paper or butcher paper. I see the word PLY on the end. - Dave] How about wrapping paper?Maybe the rolls next to the bread box are brown kraft wrapping paper, for the store's own use, since close to 100% of everything sold there went out that way, probably expertly wrapped with a cobweb of string. FoundationBeefed up a bit, just in time from the looks of the second story balcony roof and floor! Time to drive a couple inches of wedge in to raise that beam a little more. (The Gallery, Natl Photo, Stores & Markets)
Makely Motor: 1925
January 1925. Fairfax County, Virginia. "Makely Motor Co., Falls Church." Our second look at this ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 07/09/2010 - 9:49pm -

January 1925. Fairfax County, Virginia. "Makely Motor Co., Falls Church." Our second look at this establishment shows a number of Model T Fords in the service garage. National Photo Company Collection glass negative. View full size. Eat my dust!I hope repairs include a complimentary car wash. Oil SpillFrom the looks of the floor you would think sawdust and push brooms hadn't been invented yet. And, while I'm at it: From the looks of the car lineup I'd guess the turnaround time for a ring and valve job would be three years. My GrandfatherCalled them "T-Model" Fords. I wonder how common that usage was. He often spoke fondly of a trip he and a buddy took across the country to the Grand Canyon in one. DeflationThe two in front appear to have been sitting there for a while, the tires have lost about half their air. Or, did they sometimes run them that low? Time MachineWhat a great picture! Shorpy really is a time machine! It's like you just strolled into this shop to see what was happening. Those tailpipes stored in the rafters look for all the world like a set of headers for a fuel dragster. How many cars do you see there? I count eight plus what looks like the windshield and steering wheel of a ninth through the windshield of the fourth one from the left. And what the heck is that in front of the fourth car? [I see eight cars, including the steering wheel in back. "What the heck" looks like an upended coupe body. - Dave] The floorlooks like the St. Valentines Day Massacre was last week. Early hardtopThe coupe in the front low on air is a rare sort -- Ford made coupes with a removable pillar in 1918 only, with the pillar stored in a compartment behind the seat. You could lower the windshields all the way back. Few were sold and very few survive. The upended body is a 1923-25 roadster, probably brand new. Ford sold new roadster bodies for $60 in 1923, with upholstery but without a top or windshield. (The Gallery, Cars, Trucks, Buses, Natl Photo)
Little Red House School: 1935
... I had desks exactly like those all 12 years I attended Fairfax County schools. I remember trying to find one not too short, not too tall but ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 04/03/2013 - 10:26am -

1935. "School in Red House, West Virginia." Epimetheus sat down sullenly and learned about relative pronouns. Medium-format nitrate negative by Elmer Johnson for the Resettlement Administration. View full size. Fancy Seating!Though the single-wall construction probably made this a cold grove of academe indeed, the students' desks are far superior to the bolted-down rows of compass-carved wooden and cast iron monstrosities I encountered in the first four elementary schools I attended. I never saw one of these "all-in-one" desks until 7th grade. So That's ...Where the desks in my California high school came from! Oh the horror!!Two things: 1. I just found out recently from my Aunt that my father, his 5 brothers and 2 sisters (3 sisters attended a new school in town) went to school in a one room school house on my Grandfather's property. Dad said he only made it to the 8th grade as he had to help Grandpa farm. I'm sure his brothers did too. And, yes, they had to walk the mileage in the rain, snow and all types of weather. 2. 1956, First day of a new school. 6 yrs old. First experience with nuns and Catholic school. I had previously attended 2 different public schools in my father's quest for work. Finally, a permanent job in another town. I didn't want to go to school. I was afraid of nuns and didn't know any one. Very shy and emotional, I was escorted to school by my mother. She left me there shaking in my shoes feeling every eye on me. Sister said "this is your desk, sit in it and put your books in the seat below you." The desk was exactly like the ones in the picture here. So, I proceeded to do just that. Leaning over to put my books in the hole, the desk toppled over and took me with it. Laughter errupted all over the room including from the "Sister". I was mortified. All I wanted to do was cry, which I remember doing, and run home. Unfortunately, I had to stay and be the brunt of her teasing and the kids laughter all day and for many weeks after. That was just the first horror that was to happen to me with that nun. I will never forget her and her unkindness for as long as I live. The next year I was to get a desk that was bolted to the floor! And, a sweet, pretty nun! I was so happy!! I hope you don't mind that I shared that. Just seeing those desks brought it all back again. So that's what they are"subordinating conjunctions" never had that taught to me. EpimetheusThat boy never had a lick of sense. Nor his brother, neither. None of them Titan boys ever amounted to a hill of beans. Dear Old Golden Rule DaysYikes! I had desks exactly like those all 12 years I attended Fairfax County schools. I remember trying to find one not too short, not too tall but just right. I felt like Goldilocks. Building Codes?Light bulbs hanging from exposed electrical wiring only inches from wooden beams? Yikes! Glad it's a nice spring dayI live about thirty miles from where this picture was taken. And let me tell ya, there's gonna be frozen ink in the inkwells if they don't get some insulation in the roof and walls come December. Left-handedAlas. They are built for right-handers, as all similar desks are. If they moved, I would pull an empty one over and write on it. Observations. The yard stick worked as a pointer and a paddle I am sure of it. Note the KNOB & TUBE wiring on ceiling. The swan wasn't the only ugly thingFor some reason "It was impossible that the two children could keep the ugly swan in their own little cottage" just doesn't resonate. On the other hand, I have no intention of learning all the possible uses for that yardstick so I'll just listen quietly. Swan sentence . . .Actually, the word in the sentence on the chalkboard is "swarm" which make the sentence even more nonsensical. Perhaps an exercise in abstract thinking? (The Gallery, Education, Schools, Rural America)
Entering the '60s
... in Santa Venetia but have the same great memories of Marin County when it was still largely rural. As a senior in SRHS in 61-62 I had an ... route that took me through San Anselmo, Sleepy Hallow, Fairfax and all points in between. Upon my return from Vietnam in '66 it had ... 
 
Posted by tterrace - 09/29/2011 - 6:18pm -

As the world enters a new year and a new decade, I'm posed at the entry to our property in Larkspur, looking very small, appropriately enough. Later that year, I'll enter high school where I'll feel really small. But here, my home turf provides familiarity and a refuge from the looming uncertainties of the larger world Out There. The temperate Northern California winter has coaxed the daffodils, narcissus, sweet alyssum and flowering quince into bloom. At the time, ours was the only house on our street, on which I'm standing; it was actually a concrete stairway. It lent its name to my sometimes-weekly newspaper, The Arch Street News. Though officially part of the town I'd incorporated our yard into, the front walk didn't have a name; other paths had such imaginative designations as "Garage Ave." and "Compost Rd." I appointed myself City Manager; Father held the ceremonial office of Mayor but, revealingly, Mother was Chief of Police. Kodacolor negative by my brother. View full size. Family PhotosLike so many others, I envy your family albums. My mother had a Brownie. She took photos only on special occasions as money was tight and developing cost. Unfortunately, she also took them at eye level and since she was 4-foot-10, we now look at albums of headless groups of people that we all recognize by the clothes they were wearing. Oh well. Happy New Year everyone! Happy new year!I'll add my thanks and best wishes for the new year to tterrace, Dave, and all the other Shorpers! Happy New Year to You Alltterrace... I really envy you that you have so many pictures of your family and friends. I was the generation just before you and most of my family pictures have been lost or destroyed but your family and mine have many parallels. Best Wishes to you and your family and to all the Shorpy viewers. Happy New Year, tterraceI really enjoy all the Shorpy photos, but like many others, yours are the ones I love best. Wishing you and all the other tterrace characters a very Happy New Year. From Cape Breton Nova ScotiaThank You and Happy New Year to tterance, Dave and all the Shorpy viewers. I am looking forward to another year of great photos. A Tip o' the Party HatLooking good, tterrace! Thanks for all your contributions last year. Looking forward to many more in '11. Happy New Year to you and all the Shorpy people. Hau'oli Makahiki Hou!Lovely pic. My mom was a terrible photographer, so what few pics my family has are mostly too dark, off center, etc. Oh well, I guess, right? Happy New Year from Hawaii! Marin was a great place to live in the early 60's.I was 2 years ahead of you and lived in Santa Venetia but have the same great memories of Marin County when it was still largely rural. As a senior in SRHS in 61-62 I had an early morning paper route that took me through San Anselmo, Sleepy Hallow, Fairfax and all points in between. Upon my return from Vietnam in '66 it had gotten crowded and was beginning to get very expensive. I left in '68. Good memories though. Extra ThoughtFor some reason, I'm never comfortable commenting on your fine photos, tterrace, until I've mulled over my thoughts during the day. This photo made me think about how small we all were when we first faced our big world. But the background of our families' strong principles provided us with a nearly bulletproof suit of armor and we found our way. (ShorpyBlog, Member Gallery, tterrapix)
Field Hospital: 1862
... There is a Fair Oaks area that is quite prominent in Fairfax County as well. [It has a nice mall. - Dave] (The Gallery, Civil ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 08/19/2018 - 6:01pm -

June 1862. "Fair Oaks, Virginia. Frame house on Fair Oaks battlefield used by Hooker's Division as a hospital." Wet plate negative by James F. Gibson from the main Eastern theater of war, the Peninsular Campaign. View full size. Fair Oaks - Seven PinesMy understanding is this is from a battle fought down around the Richmond area during the Peninsular Campaign. There is a Fair Oaks area that is quite prominent in Fairfax County as well. [It has a nice mall. - Dave] (The Gallery, Civil War, James Gibson, Medicine)
The Light Runner: 1910
Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1910. "Vienna P.O." Our title comes from the name of ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 06/07/2015 - 11:20am -

Fairfax County, Virginia, circa 1910. "Vienna P.O." Our title comes from the name of the delivery wagon. 8x10 inch glass negative. View full size. Wind Splitter for meRural mail carriers had to provide their own transportation, so there were lots of different models available. Many of them are collected here. (The Gallery, Horses, Natl Photo)
Washington's Tomb: 1902
Fairfax County, Virginia, 1902. "Mount Vernon -- Washington's tomb." 8x10 inch dry ... 
 
Posted by Dave - 10/29/2019 - 1:04pm -

Fairfax County, Virginia, 1902. "Mount Vernon -- Washington's tomb." 8x10 inch dry plate glass negative, Detroit Photographic Company. View full size. Worth a VisitBut if you have time for only one of the Founding Fathers' homes, I recommend Jefferson's Monticello, both for the building itself and for the excellent tour guides. Visited Many TimesI came here St. Patrick’s Day with the Friendly Sons of St Patrick’s. Well worth the visit. It hasn’t changed in the last 80 years that I know. (The Gallery, D.C., DPC)
Trenches in Virginia
... in Virginia, this is most likely Camp Humphreys, in Fairfax County not far from Washington, D.C. The grounds have changed and grown ... 
 
Posted by dwig - 05/27/2013 - 10:43am -

How Granddad Spent the War: My paternal grandfather spent WWI as an officer at a camp in Virginia training troops. He was in an Engineering Corps unit and part of the program was training new engineers to dig and maintain trenches. This was shot with a Kodak Vest Pocket Autographic on 127 size roll film. I have the negs he processed (this roll is heavily reticulated) and a few prints along with the camera and a few accessories. Camp HumphreysSince this was an Army engineering training ground located in Virginia, this is most likely Camp Humphreys, in Fairfax County not far from Washington, D.C. The grounds have changed and grown dramatically in the ensuing years, and the area is now known as Fort Belvoir. Here's a link to a website describing the historic context of the facility, including a description of the original Camp Humphreys. http://www.belvoirhousinghistory.com/history.html (ShorpyBlog, Member Gallery)
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