Lost Generation | Medicine Park
This is third in a series of picture posts featuring pages from the WWI-era photo album I found at Mary’s Flea Market in Oklahoma City. This selection features historic images of Houston’s Settegast Park and Bath Lake in Medicine Park, Oklahoma.
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Settegast Park in Houston, Texas is located in the Settegast neighborhood of Houston. The neighborhood was developed by William Settegast, a wealthy real estate investor, in 1892. Many of the pictures in the album appear to have been taken in this park in 1918.
Page 24 of the album has a reference to Logan on one of the photos. I believe this is referring to the American Red Cross Headquarters and Buildings, 33rd Division, Camp Logan, Houston, Texas. Throughout the album, there are many pictures of Red Cross volunteers in white habits.
Bath Lake | Medicine Park
Two of my favorite photos in the album are of Bath Lake in Medicine Park, Oklahoma. The men in these pictures would most definitely have been soldiers from nearby Fort Sill Army Base. If you look closely at the second picture, you will see women, too, wearing Victorian bathing suits and swim bonnets.
I have made many trips to Medicine Park over the years. It is a cobblestone town located in the foothills of the Wichita Mountains. It has quite a history, as recorded by the Town and the Oklahoma Historical Society.
Since I discovered the photo album at a flea market in Oklahoma City and there are various photos throughout the album of Ft. Sill Army Base, I am going to assume that the album’s original owner settled in Oklahoma City following the war. I didn’t ask the two men selling the album for any information about it. I sure wish I had. I am also still kicking myself for not buying the 1950s scrapbook they were selling. They only wanted $25 for it but I gave them all the cash I had on me for this album.
I don’t find much at the flea market these days and I haven’t been in quite some time. In the past, I have found many wonderful treasures but I always feel a little sad when I come across someone who is selling something precious because they need the money. On one of my last trips, I bought a beautiful brown suede person with fringe. It was very hippie! The woman selling it was in her 60s and she told me she’d had the purse since she was 16-years-old. I know it meant a lot to her because it was in perfect condition.
Like lost spirits from an attic of the past.
Each one discarded, but still bursting with secrets
and stories to be shared.
Excerpts of history and timepieces of fiction intermixed.
From brittle yellow pages,
their silent voices cried out to beheard.
I listened and learned.
I rescued and adopted them as children,
nearly lost to a life of neglect…