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kemetic-dreams · 10 months
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"Stagecoach" Mary Fields, America's first African female postal worker, was known for her fearless delivery of mail across hundreds of miles in the dangerous Wild West.
Born a slave in the 1830s in the South, Fields found work with the help of a nun named Mother Amadeus after the Civil War. Initially, she worked in an Ohio convent, then moved to St. Peter’s Convent in Montana.
Despite working among nuns, Fields was far from nun-like. She was a regular visitor to saloons, smoked cigars, got into brawls, and wasn't shy to use her guns. After an altercation with a janitor at St. Peter’s, she was set up by Mother Amadeus with a job at the U.S. Postal Service in 1895.
Fields, the first African woman and only the second woman overall to hold a mail route in the U.S., demonstrated great resilience and courage. In her 60s, she dutifully protected her mail with a rifle and a revolver, unfazed by danger.
She often traveled 300 miles a week to cover her route. In snow, she would strap on her snowshoes and carry the mail in a sack across her shoulders, ensuring it reached its destination.
Her commitment to her job and strong character made her a local hero in Cascade, Montana. She was the only woman allowed to drink at the local bar who wasn't a sex worker, ate for free at the Cascade Hotel, and the townspeople built her a new home when hers burned down.
After eight years of mail delivery, she started a laundry business. Upon her death in 1914, the Cascade community held one of the largest funerals the town had ever witnessed in her honor.
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diioonysus · 1 year
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john ware (1845-1905)
bass reeves (1838-1910)
bose ikard (1843-1929)
nat love (1854-1921)
bill pickett (1870-1932)
mary fields (1832-1914)
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1emon-ice · 6 months
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Inspired by a dream I had yesterday
Comics aren’t helpful for art block
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laf-outloud · 2 years
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Wow! There are some amazing women highlighted in this article! The only one I had already heard of was Sacagawea, so it was a treat to learn about other strong frontier women!
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kald-dal-art · 1 month
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Compilation of the first part of TMA episode Posters.
What is your fave episode out of this lot?
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canisalbus · 6 months
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I thought I might try my hand at moodboards, too :')
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female costuber with a degree in dress history, or significant primary source research under her belt, who has repeatedly expressed progressive/feminist opinions: for most women in corset-intensive eras, corsets were actually a pretty neutral garment
person who cannot stand having their Emotional Support Historical Misconception challenged I guess: welp time to call this experienced and knowledgable female researcher a silly, vain, shallow patriarchal shill who only cares about pretty dresses, to Fight Sexism!!!
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apoemaday · 1 month
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Field of Skulls
by Mary Karr
Stare hard enough at the fabric of night,    and if you're predisposed to dark — let’s say    the window you’ve picked is a black postage stamp you spend hours at, sleepless, drinking gin after the I Love    Lucy reruns have gone off — stare
like your eyes have force, and behind any night’s taut scrim will come the forms    you expect pressing from the other side.    For you: a field of skulls, angled jaws and eye-sockets, a zillion scooped-out crania.    They’re plain once you think to look.
You know such fields exist, for criminals roam your very block, and even history lists    monsters like Adolf and Uncle Joe who stalk the earth’s orb, plus minor baby-eaters    unidentified, probably in your very midst. Perhaps    that disgruntled mail clerk from your job
has already scratched your name on a bullet — that’s him    rustling in the azaleas. You caress the thought, for it proves there’s no better spot for you than here, your square-yard of chintz sofa, hearing    the bad news piped steady from your head. The night    is black. You stare and furious stare,
confident there are no gods out there. In this way,    you’re blind to your own eye’s intricate machine    and to the light it sees by, to the luck of birth and all    your remembered loves. If the skulls are there — let’s say they do press toward you against night’s scrim — could they not stare with slack jawed envy at the fine flesh that covers your scalp, the numbered hairs,    at the force your hands hold?
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listen I know pretty little liars has been off air for like six years and I should probably stop letting this bother me, but I genuinely cannot get over the fact that they forced aria to marry her teacher and STALKER. their relationship is already disgusting enough before the season 4 reveal, but it’s only made worse by the fact that ezra was following around and exploiting multiple teenage girls. that man should be in JAIL. alex drake should have finished the job when she hit him over the head with that rock.
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sparklewhiteswan · 1 month
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me and the girls
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bimoonphases · 2 months
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 15 – prompt 16: Felix Felicis – word count 381
Felix Felicis - Temporarily makes the drinker lucky, allowing them to succeed in all their endeavours
Sirius had always felt he needed luck. A whole barrel of Felix Felicis, more likely. Despite being born in one of the oldest and richest families of the Wizarding World, he had always felt he needed all the luck he could get.
He had needed it growing up without as much as a hug form his parents. He had needed it not to be crushed under the weight of the expectations the Black heir had to carry. He had needed it to face the backlash after the news of him failing to be put in Slytherin got back to his family. He had needed it to survive the mounting abuse every time he had been back in that house. He had needed it to walk out of it alive, the night he had run away.
But Sirius had to admit he also had had luck. He had had it that remote first of September, when he had seen for the first time that Potter smile on the face of a boy, now the man standing behind him. He had had it in all the love Monty and Effie, now sobbing in the front row, had unconditionally given him when they had taken him in their home. He had had it in all the support from Lily, who was now beaming as the wind ruffled her green dress, in all those years he had been estranged from his brother. He had had it in reconnecting with Regulus, who was now in the front row too, right between James’s parents and Peter, Marlene and Dorcas. He had had it in Mary, who was looking at him from under her flower crown and had been the first one to roll her eyes and tell him that he was disgustingly in love and no, it definitely wasn’t with her.
And most of all, he had had luck in Remus.
Remus, who was now holding his hands and smiling at him. Remus, who was his anchor, his horizon, his own moon in the darkest of nights.
“This is my favourite part,” Mary smiled. “Do you, Sirius Orion Black-Potter, take Remus John Lupin as your husband?”
Sirius smiled. Who even needed Felix Felicis. He had all the luck of the world in front of him.
“I do.”
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we should NOT be adventuring in sterile hospital-like facilities anymore ESPECIALLY when there’s no babysitters in town!!!!! what if the kid gets nuclear asbestos!!!!!
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whoify · 3 months
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okay sorry i took the clara lover vs hater quiz again and i just need to talk about this quote bc it’s genuinely the stupidest fucking thing i’ve ever seen
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sorry to the person that originally said this but it genuinely makes me laugh. like. what? character switches their job from watching kids (nanny) to watching kids (teacher) and their whole life doesn’t immediately blow up so they must not have anything else going on. spacetime-traveling character’s biggest thing going on ISN’T her career shift? i don’t think this person has ever had a job
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theprettieststarfr · 2 months
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GUYS PLEASE READ THIS AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK
So I genuinely refuse to believe that considering the size of Hogwarts there was never a mention of a huge green field, only the lake. Like you know, fields like ones they have in the UK with cows and shit. BUT NO COWS THIS TIME. Imagine there is a huge field with wildflowers, like chamomile and poppies and other stuff and it's just so unbelievably green when May rolls around and throughout June as well, and some time after the field gets green like that it also blooms.
So, now that you've imagined it, imagine four 11 year old boys running around, playing tag in that field, screaming, laughing and falling down, out of breath, on the grass together to look up at the clouds. And when exams/tests are over, they sit on the field, which smells MAGNIFICENT by the way, just like proper summer, with all the flowers on it, and watch the summer sunset.
Second year, Peter gets bitten by a bee and becomes so goddamn scared of the field in the summer because of the bees that he absolutely refuses to play in there with his friends. And because MARAUDERS WERE EQUAL IN EACH OTHER'S EYES they spent so many break times researching the best insect repellent spells with the help of Professor Sprout, that they came up with a solution in less than a month and they were finally able to go to the field altogether.
Sometime then they were also joined by Lily, Mary, Marlene and such, who preferred picnics to playing tag, but weren't against watching the sunset as well.
Around the fifth year the Marauders would notice that Pandora, Regulus, Dorcas, Barty and Evan sat a little further away on the field. Pandora made flower crowns, Regulus read, Barty and Evan bickered, though it was never serious, and Dorcas composed or covered songs on her guitar. And since James is the little ray of sunshine that he is, he RUNS up to Pandora begging her to teach him how to make flower crowns, to which she happily agrees. Remus then finds the book Regulus is reading very interesting, Sirius is itching to put his opinion into rosekiller's argument because of course he knows better - it's clotted cream AND THEN jam on a scone, and Peter actually has a very clear, soothing soprano, which compliments Dorcas's alto and they start singing together. They sometimes hang out together after that.
Sixth year - James and Pandora are teaching everyone to make flower crowns and somehow, after the flowers have been picked, they grow right back, like nothing happened. Sirius gives his first flower crown to Minerva, most pretty (in his opinion) flower crown to Regulus, after a fight, after which Regulus, surprisingly, forgives him, which he does not want to admit, and all of his other ones to his Moony, because "he deserves all the flowers in this world". Remus grumbles a little about waste of flowers, but secretly preserves all of them in his books and keeps them. They no longer play tag in the field, for quite a few years now, but instead just frolic and dance whenever. Lily and Marlene sometimes act like those Zumba instructors and show moves to all the others, while Mary picks out the most danceable ABBA songs, getting a complaint from Sirius, who secretly doesn't really mind a bit of disco. They are sometimes joined by others, like Frank, Alice and Emmeline and they all have a huge dance off and OF COURSE it's either James or Lily who win most of the times and the classically trained Black brothers finally stop associating dancing with their parents and harsh etiquette training.
Last day of the last year, they all come out on the field one last time. To play tag. Like it all started. Running around it without one care in the world, then again, falling down on the field together. They then quietly talk about what they think the future will be like for them, agreeing on the thought that it will all work out eventually. Then they each make A LOT of flower crowns to exchange with every single person there. Barty then charms all the crowns to "speak". Basically, by touching a flower on the flower crown you can hear the voice of the person who made it and that date that they made it on, or whatever they want to say: "I'm Sirius Black, and I made this flower crown for Marlene on dd/mm/yyyy. DAZZLE ON MARLS" or smn like that. When asked how Barty came up with this, he answered, that he didn't wanna sort through his condoms every time he needed them in order to find out which one is strawberry flavoured, so he would just touch it and know which is which 😭😭😭
After that they actually hug. All of them. During the sunset. And it's the most wholesome thing.
And then they stay on the field until dawn getting drunk and doing something dumb and fun.
THAT'S IT YOU GUYS I REALLY LIKE THIS THOUGHT
Oh, also, if you wanna go more canonical (god no please no), then the year before Remus comes back to Hogwarts to teach, they remove the field to build more greenhouses, since more plants are coming in due to globalization and shit. And only Luna notices, crying silently at all the flowers that are gone.
And when Remus comes back, the first thing he notices is that the field is gone. Without a trace. Dead. Just like all of his friends. But not the memories he made. Probably would be better if they were dead too, because they hurt him even more, than he thought was possible.
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