Betty Beeby says everyone in her family is a packrat. She found hundreds of old letters and postcards in her father’s barn and made them into a wonderful book called Breath Escaping Envelopes. Then she donated the collection to Western Michigan University, where it is archived for researchers.
However, many odds and ends and wonderful surprises never made it into the WMU archives, and the other day Betty allowed me to scan some of these for my assorted projects. I brought home a drawer full of postcards and advertisements and greeting cards, and learned more than I expected about life in the 1880s and 90s. I guess all you have to do is ask the people who were there, and hardly anyone was more there than Norton Pearl.
Here, for example, we have a Soap Opera, vintage 1883 or so.
With admirable economy, it tells the entire story of a marriage in six words.
Like all good soap operas, it is a morality tale, and its purpose is to sell products. J.D. Larkin & Co. inserted that souvenir picture card in boxes of its Sweet Home laundry soap as a little thank-you present to its customers. But the marketing genius at Larkin, one Elbert Hubbard, had a larger vision. From picture cards to handkerchiefs, to towels—by the 1890s Larkin was offering premiums like pottery dishes and furniture with the purchase of soap! Can you imagine that? OK, you had to buy a whole year’s supply, but you got a dandy desk with your order!
Larkin and Hubbard had an interesting idea. More and more useful objects were being mass-produced, bringing costs down. Mail service and transportation networks were expanding in every direction. Why not sell directly to the consumer? Larkin Co. became an early developer of the catalog business, a competitor to Sears Roebuck and Montgomery Ward. Cut out the middleman entirely, and deliver goods to the household–or at least to the nearest railroad siding. And that is how Eastport, and Torch Lake, and all the other little towns in the woodsy north country, began to build middle-class lifestyles.
You start out by wondering about a thing like that, and then an advertising insert in laundry soap leads you to very interesting answers. Did you ever think I’d give you a link to Harvard Business School’s Business History Review? Well, there’s a first time for everything: From Factory to Family: The Creation of a Corporate Culture in the Larkin Company of Buffalo, New York. I commend the excerpt to your attention.
I have one more treasure to show you from Betty’s drawer. This is a little diecut booklet advertising the Webster’s International Dictionary and Reference History of the World.
Inside there are samplings of the Dictionary of the English Language, Dictionaries of Geography, Biography, Foreign Place Names . . . and best of all, Unexpected Riches.
One is often more thankful for a trifle that comes to him unlooked for than for the ordinary mercies of life. So in using the dictionary the surprising is the gratifying.
I believe I might adopt that as the motto of Torch Lake Views.
P.j. grath
June 16, 2010
Much more fascinating than the underwear I was expecting. Glad the marriage tale had a happy ending, too.
Gerry
June 16, 2010
Heh heh. Sometimes I can’t resist ambiguous titles. As for the soap opera, I wish Mama Owl the very best, but I think Papa Owl bears watching.
California Dreamin
June 16, 2010
Gerry, this is my kind of history. I love the story of Larkin Soap’s advertising. Isn’t it great to find something like these treasures.
Gerry
June 16, 2010
It is, it is! A person could simply sink into the details and live there. See, I think Harvard’s Business History Review is missing a bet. If it were illustrated it would be wildly popular! OK, that may be stretching it.
uphilldowndale
June 16, 2010
And look at the frogs! 2 tales in one
Astounding
Gerry
June 16, 2010
I am not surprised that you noticed the frogs, even though there were no dragonflies! It took me awhile to realize that they had their own storyline. I was thinking of them as more or less part of the setting right up until I noticed the fight.
Anna
June 16, 2010
Oh, these are neat! I’d have fun going through the drawers with all the very interesting way back then stuff! I like the dictionary diecut. I haven’t seen anything as such. Interesting title too… LOL 🙂
Gerry
June 16, 2010
There were a number of clever advertising novelties in the drawer. I liked them–dunno whether it’s because I simply like that sort of thing or it’s a case of “everything old is new again.”
Cindy Lou
June 17, 2010
Oh what fun! I love, love, love antiques and old stuff! I’m kind of like that new show “American Pickers” – saving American history ‘one piece at a time.’ I really should start looking up the stories behind them.
Gerry
June 17, 2010
I have not seen “American Pickers” but it sounds like the sort of thing I’d like. There is absolutely nothing more fun than finding the stories behind these artifacts. OK, there is playing with the dogs on the beach and eating birthday cake and . . . OK, there is a lot of stuff that’s even more fun, but it is still a lot of fun to find stories, and I recommend you try it. We’ll help. Tell us about one thing that you couldn’t resist at an antique shop or a yard sale and we’ll help you find out more about it–or we’ll make something up, which is another fun pastime.
Katherine
June 17, 2010
From the title I thought the story was going to be about Josie’s present to Betty for one Christmas having to do with “the painter of light” but maybe you should ask Betty about that. But I love Betty and Betty’s house because she does have all this stuff around.
Gerry
June 17, 2010
I know I have heard some “painter of light” stories from Betty, and I know they are buried in the messy closets of my brain. I need a really good little recording device and a really good way to turn it the output into searchable documents. Or I will go ask Betty to tell me again.
I love her house, too. Every nook and cranny has something special about it. A piece of–Wait, Wait! I just remembered you sent me a photo nearly a week ago that I haven’t used yet! Heh heh. My fence is painted for tomorrow.