54: Picture Analysis

July 2018

One hundred and forty-three years of information about my family were contained in the Ancestor Chest. That’s the time between the oldest unambiguously dated document it contained (1867) and the year it ceased to act as clearing house for precious but hard-to-file stuff (2010).

During that period, there were ups and downs. The captured episodes most obviously intriguing to posterity were the international adventures:

1)     My father, Reg Baker, stationed in Palestine with the British Army between 1946 and 1948, just as the state of Israel was created (1948), and the associated violence was breaking out. While there, Dad acquired a ‘little box brownie’ camera, resulting in an extensive photographic record replete with guns, motorbikes, warships, snakes, and the aftermath of terrorist attacks.

2)     My grandfather, Peter Marsh, in the USSR around 1950. He’s pictured in locations including the Moscow Metro, Dnipropetrovsk (central Ukraine), Tashkent (in what’s now Uzbekistan), and a collective farm I couldn’t locate. There’s smiling photos of him with military-garbed Soviet officers, and grinning shots beneath flag-rimmed portraits of Joseph Stalin.

3)     My grandmother, Bess Marsh, visiting North Korea in 1953, right after the Korean War and when it was still possible to believe North Korea’s system wasn’t among the most wrong-headed in modern history. There’s images of Bess in and around Pyongyang: on the podium at a women’s conference having arrived via East Berlin, Warsaw, Moscow and Siberia, and smiling on the runway before a twin-propped aeroplane daubed in Korean letters, holding a bouquet of flowers.


Markers & Observations

  • My ancestors who passed away before 1925 were generally done-in by afflictions from which hardly anyone now dies. Between 1925 and 1970 it was overwhelmingly heart disease, with one notable case of emphysema (i.e. smoking). Beginning from the 1970s, some of them started to make it past 80 and die from actual old age. After that, it’s cancer. The history of twentieth-century mortality is writ clear the deaths of my ancestry.
  • My mother’s family were affluent from before 1900, and the first (photographically) well-recorded life arc began in the 1857. My father’s family were working class, and the first such arc begins in 1926 – sixty years and two generations later. There’s 50 photos of Mum before the age of 18. Of Dad there’s just two.
  • The nineteenth-century photos were all taken in studios by professionals. Without exception, they’re sumptuously shot, expertly posed, and flattering to the subject. With the appearance of personal cameras, around 1915, natural poses follow, but average photo quality falls a lot.
  • Photographic art flowered on occasion during the twentieth century. In the 1970s, when Dad was a recently ex-professional photographer with a newly acquired family, there’s shots of my sister and I rivalling anything on Facebook. From 1937-42, there’s a gorgeous and poignant set of images of my mother and her siblings as toddlers – riding bikes, having grumps, playing in sandboxes, and wearing their adorable 1930s kiddy gear. I don’t know who took them.
  • During the 1980s, when we had little money, a rubbish camera, and my sister and I controlled it, the photo volume is high, but quality is particularly poor. Sometime later, as digital photography takes over, photo quality rises suddenly, and precipitously. The digital pictures from my Jolly Pilgrim adventure, of 2005-07, are better than almost anything in the archive between 1980 and 2000.


Ancestors of Interest

Certain ancestors provoked strong instinctual interest in me. For example: Great Grandmother Elizabeth Marsh and Great Grandfather John Donnelly (her son married his daughter). This is despite their lives being distant from my own (by 4-5 decades and two degrees of separation), and my understanding of their personalities and achievements being tenuous.

I concluded this was because I could sense Elizabeth and John’s presence in the tree of life around me. I met children of both (in old age), and have a rich understanding of the life stories of their other children. For John, I’ve seen the documents preserved in his strongbox. For both, I’ve seen all the photographs. Triangulating those varied sources yields a substantive sense of what Elizabeth and John must have been like (Elizabeth’s kids had a puritanical streak, John’s were musical), the mark they left on the world, and how their lives shaped mine.

A generation further back: the hard data trends towards zero and my antenna aren’t clever enough to yield sense through the white noise. So the meaning of the lives of my ancestors beyond that (from my point of view) becomes merely theoretical – names on a family tree; recent iterations in the circle of life of whom I have no detailed comprehension. “Bog dwellers”, my father-in-law would say.


The Poon Analysis

I’m part of an online platform called Quora, on which people ask and answer questions. Periodically, it throws up a gem. A year back, I came across an outstandingly insightful answer, by a Canadian clothing designer called Thelonius Poon.

Mr Poon asserts that, in life, the little things add-up to the big things: while the ultimate differences in the life experiences of different people are extremely wide, the day-to-day differences are quite small. For example, in school, the most important dates are the exams, which are less than 5% of one’s time there. An extra hour per day studying during the 95% is decisive in the critical 5%.

Falling in love takes time and is gradual. Working towards a dream job takes time and is gradual. Starting a successful business takes time and is gradual. Friends drifting apart is gradual. Parents dying is gradual. Losing one’s way is gradual. People don’t misplace their souls in a day, they misplace them a little at a time, a day at a time.

If one accepts Mr Poon’s analysis, the question that leads from it is: what kind of creature is one currently morphing into? What person, for better or worse, will you have become five years from now? And how do you feel about that?

After building the archive, I have two data sets against which to cross-reference those questions:

1)     A series of images showing how my ancestors changed throughout their lives: from toddlerhood and youth, to adulthood and old age.

2)     A fairly good, high-level, sense of what became of those people; of how their stories played out and concluded.

This is all rather enlightening when considering one’s own life options. Clear lessons emerge: life is a marathon; you have a certain role now, but you’ll have a different role in 5, 10 and 20 years. So stay in shape, stay relevant and stay useful. Make the most of every unforgiving minute. Don’t die of a heart attack in your 50s when your family needs you. And label your photos.


To Look Forward: Look Back

I found building the archive both educational and rewarding, for several reasons.

First, there’s the satisfaction of delivering a creative project. Devising solutions to technical problems. The fun of writing these reflections.

Second, there’s the gratification of organisation. Taking a disorganised jumble and turning it into something orderly, systemized and searchable. Capturing the extractable value of a 140-year snapshot of family life and marking it down in a form junior family members – and posterity – might review, and learn from.

Third, I now personally have a much more granular understanding of my recent ancestors. For those captured in the photos, I’ve got a feel for where they were in their life’s journey during the parts of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries in which they lived, and where they were in relation to other family members with whom they crossed paths.

Fourth, looking at all those photos forced me to focus on the physical reality of the lives of my forebears. There’s the evolving roles each played (from girlchild, to maiden, mother, and elder; or from cheeky lad, via Jack the Lad, all the way to greybeard) and the extent to which the human world changed between, for example, when I played-out my youthful prime (in the 2000s), when my mother was at that stage (in the 1960s), and when my grandmother undertook that role (in the 1930s). Big changes.

Finally, seeing oneself in the context of that chain of lifetimes is a reminder that we’re all part of something larger than ourselves. Just because those ancestors are now dust, doesn’t make the fact of their lives less salient, significant or wonderful. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. We’re all fairy tales told by our ancestors, and we’re on a journey together, into the future. Immortality – real immortality, which resonates with how the universe really is – comes from being a part of that greater whole.


Through … education, and tradition,
by word, by writing, by monument, by manners,
by way of life, by newly shaped environment…
by so much that a thousand words would not exhaust it,
I say, the Self is not so much linked with what happened to its ancestors,
it is not so much the product … of all that,
but rather … the same thing as all that:
the strict, direct continuation of it …
― Erwin Schrödinger, My View of the World


Elizabeth Marsh and her granddaughter


Elizabeth Marsh and her granddaughter

Photo Key:

  • Top photo: Reginald George Baker (1926-2016). Taken in Palestine c. 1947
  • 2nd photo: Bessie Marsh (1905-1974). Taken in Pyongyang in 1954
  • 3rd photo: Peter Gordon Marsh, later de la March. Taken in Buxton c. 1941
  • 4th photo: Ruth Oberg (nee Baker). Dedham, Essex c. 1974
  • 5th Photo: Ruth Oberg (nee Baker) and Peter Baker. Dedham, Essex 1979.
  • 6th Photo: Elizabeth Marsh (1852-1938) holding her granddaughter and namesake, Elizabeth Marsh ( 1936-2009)
  • 7th Photo: Elizabeth Marsh (1936-2009), as above, with her granddaughter, Polly Oberg (born 2006). So the elder Elizabeth in the top photo is the Great Great Grandmother of Polly, the baby in the bottom photo.
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4 Responses to “54: Picture Analysis”

  1. Si Peace Says:

    Very. Nicely. Done.
    Looking forward to watching you become an ancestor in the coming months.

  2. Andy Thornton Says:

    Hi Peter
    You may not remember me but we met at a get together at Johnny and Sandra’s house after aunt Joy died.
    I have read your blogs and this is the first time I have ever responded to a blog in my life. I did see a photograph of the Donnelly’s at Lufkins with me also on it but today have looked through the previous blogs and can no longer find it, but not to worry. I have really enjoyed looking through the archives of the Donnelly and Marsh families even though I am only related through marriage. Our family made an annual visit to Colchester every Easter and often ended up at Lufkins or Gothic farm and Johnny is still my closest cousin. Thanks very much for including me in your blogs. Andrew.

  3. Chantel Murphy Says:

    Hi Pete, this was an enjoyable read and I love your reflections. Must have been fascinating going through all those pics. x

  4. Peter Baker Says:

    Hi Andy – I know exactly who you are are and remember you well. I stay in close touch with Johnny and he often remarks warmly about you. Thank you for your kind words. I trust that you are well and prospering. All the best. Peter

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