Entertainment in the old west took on many forms. I remember my grandmother telling stories of her entire family gathering to play musical instruments and sing. There were the occasional dances and perhaps some were able to take in a play now and then, but for the most part, their brief evening entertainment consisted of conversing. The men folk might enjoy a cigar or cigarette on the front porch while the women folk crocheted, knitted or embroidered. Needless to say, without the Internet, TV, and ipods, our forefathers had to be more creative with their use of any free time they might enjoy. |
| Steroscope |
Viewing images in 3D have been
around since 1838 when Sir Charles Wheatstone invented the stereoscope. His
utilized mirrors set at 45 degree angles and because photographs weren’t around
yet, his also used drawings.
Various inventors made improvements
along the way but at the 1851 Great Exhibition held in Hyde Park, London, a
picture of Queen Victoria was displayed using a stereoscope and the item became
an overnight success. I would imagine it was a fun form of entertainment and a
lovely topic of conversation for families.
But in 1861, an American streamlined
a more practical version. Oliver Wendell Holmes was best known for his writing
and his work in the medical field. He advocated reform with regards infections
being spread from patient to patient by doctors who did no clean their hands
properly. His contribution to the design of the stereoscope became popular
among fellow Americans and is often called the “Mexican Stereoscope”.
My mother always called it a
stereopticon, but this is considered a misnomer. Me? I call it ingenious. I
used to love playing with the apparatus when I was younger. My mother's is
vintage 1906 and of Oliver Holmes’ design.
Her eyebrows rose over wide eyes. “You want me to stay in your tent?”
“Aye.”
"Will you be moving your things soon?" She stood, wiping her wet hands on her apron.
"Nay." He quirked a brow and lifted the corner of his mouth in a smirk. "Nay, I’ll just come get things as I need them. Otherwise, you’re to be making yourself at home."
"But where will you sleep?"
"Beneath the heavens." He smiled. "I’ve always enjoyed sleeping outside with nothing more than a blanket of stars."
"I think I’ll feel like an intruder."
"Well now, I’m noot givin’ you permission to snoop in me personal belongings, mind you."
A becoming blush stole over her features, and she quickly masked her pink features by stepping behind the drying clothes to hang more wet things on the line. Had the lass already done just that? Snooped through his things?
"Of course not, but there are some items that are in clear view."
"Like?"
She smiled. "I couldn’t help but admire the picture viewer."
"Ah. That’s a stereoscope, a present from me last employer." A fond memory entered his thoughts as he reminisced about the bridge they’d built in Missouri. "Joe took me under his wing and taught me a lot about the Burr-arch truss system. As for the man, he was quite the traveler. That particular stereoscope came from England."
"Are—are there more pictures for it?"
The eagerness on her face was so adorable, he laughed. "I’ll fish them out for you when I have a wee bit of time."
"Thank you."
"Well, I haven’t found them yet, lass." He stared at the puddles made by her wash water then at her soggy hem.
"No—thank you for letting me stay here, for giving me a job." She snapped another clothespin onto the corner of his long underwear, lifting off the ground just enough to show him a bit of shin.
His skin warmed. "No thanks be necessary."
