I have written a great deal about Milton Goldsmith on this blog, probably more than I’ve written about any other relative, in part because he lived such an interesting life and in part because of the extensive record he left behind—his books and poetry and letters, his photograph albums, and the many news articles about him and his work. I’ve already posted a number of photographs of Milton. But in this final post devoted to the papers of my cousin Milton, I want to focus on his life after he married in 1899, as reflected in the family photographs displayed in the second family album he collated.
This second album included two photographs of Milton as a young man.
Milton Goldsmith and Sophie Hyman were married on February 15, 1899. The album contains many letters written by Milton to Sophie as well as the love poem I posted in an earlier post. I have decided not to post those letters. To be honest, there are so many that I just couldn’t decide where to begin. And I just don’t have time to scan them all.
Milton included this announcement of his engagement to Sophie in his album. Unfortunately it is not dated, nor do I know where it appeared although it is obviously from a New York newspaper, perhaps the New York Times, which also published a wedding announcement.
Here are two photographs of Milton and Sophie that may reflect how they looked when they married:
Their daughter Rosalind was born two years later on February 1, 1901. Her sister Madeleine arrived three years later on May 29, 1904. Here are a selection of the beautiful photographs of these girls.
Milton labeled this photograph of Sophie as his favorite:
Skipping ahead a few decades, this photograph of Sophie and Milton was taken in 1930 when Milton would have been 69, Sophie 63. Sadly, Sophie died just four years later on June 18, 1934.
Eleven years later on May 22, 1941, there was a big celebration of Milton’s 80th birthday, as marked by this page in the album:
It includes the invitation—a poem written by one or both of his daughters:
Milton also wrote a poem for the occasion:
As did his brother Louis (included on a separate page):
This photograph must have been taken not long after or perhaps at Milton’s 80th birthday celebration. It includes (from left to right) Milton’s brother Edwin, who died in 1944, and his brother-in-law Sidney Stern, who died in 1942, and Milton.
There’s one final page I’d like to share—the most recent pictures in the album—a page devoted to Milton and Sophie’s daughter Madeleine, her husband Charles Jacobson, and their daughter, my cousin Sue, who so kindly and generously shared all these albums with me. Thank you once again, Sue!
I love the photos !
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Me, too!
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Me too
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This was such a beautiful tribute. As always Amy, your writing captured the lives and times of our extended family. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much, Ken! I look forward to working with you on the mysterious Cohen photos when you return!!
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Milton and his lovely family really come alive again when you look at these fascinating photos. These photos are truly the ‘flesh’ to the bones I was referring to in a previous comment, Amy.
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Yes—the combination of his writings and the photos have left behind three-dimensional portraits of his beloved family.
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Hi Amy, Milton’s story is very well documented through poem’s and photo’s, Sophie’s waist was so waspish as a young lady – how did women do it then? And Rosalind’s baby gown is fabulous, so much care and attention to the detail.
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They must have starved themselves!! I can’t imagine it….
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I feel like I know your family. My favorite photo is of young Madeleine with the beautiful curls and impish smile on her face.
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Yes! I loved that one also. What precious little girls they were. Thanks, Linda!
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Such a nice ending to the many chapters of the Milton Goldsmith story. I’m sure Sue is also pleased with the results.
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I think she is! I wish I had the time and energy to scan all the letters and poems, but I just need to move on now.
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I really do understand about moving on. Looking forward to more of your wonderful research and writing.
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Thanks, Cathy! I’ve been researching in the background while posting all these posts about Milton, so I will have some new research to write about soon!
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I suspected you were getting ready for the new research. 🙂
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I’m thrilled with the results!
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Thank you, Sue! I am so glad. 🙂
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I’m thrilled with the results!
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I am so glad!!
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Oh, I hate for his story to come to an end, I so loved reading each posting. The poems, the precious photos were all wonderful. Thank you Sue for sharing this amazing album and being the keeper your family treasure!
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Well, maybe Sue would let you scan all the poems and letters that I didn’t get to! 🙂 Thanks so much, Sharon!
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Sharon, Of course you may scan everything! Are we related? If so, how?
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That was a joke, Sue! Sharon is not related and has her hands full with her own family history. I am afraid it’s up to you to preserve all those letters and poems that I just don’t have time to scan.
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What a handsome family and what a treat to have the photos preserved in the album and now online!
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Thank you, Virginia!
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I keep finding more family treasures most recently my mother’s Baby Book and a diary Aunt Ros kept when she was about 12. I never went through all of my mothers albums after she died.I often learn things from Amy’s posts. I had seen many of the photos but not all of them. I had not seen the photo of Milton and Sophie when they were in their 60s and learned something from seeing it now. Sophie was 63 and it looks like her hair was grey and Milton was 69 and his hair was not yet grey (he had white hair by the time I knew him). Aunt Ros had white hair when I knew her and my mother’s hair was not totally grey/white until she was 90! Now I know where she and I got our hair!
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One of the gifts of family history is seeing patterns like that!
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