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  Maria Howard Weeden

 

 
       
 

(1846-1905)  Maria Howard Weeden  was born in 1846, six months after her father, Dr. William Weeden, died unexpectedly while on a business trip to New Orleans.  Her mother, Jane, and five other siblings lived in the house. 

Howard (as she was called), although physically frail enjoyed a comfortable and privileged youth in her Huntsville home.  It was in her youth that she began to develop her natural artistic inclinations.  Apparently her mother both recognized and encouraged her daughter’s talent and took her to study art with William Frye, a well-known portrait painter, then living in Huntsville.  She attended Huntsville Female Seminary, which included art in their curriculum.

The Civil War changed their comfortable life and her three brothers enlisted in the Confederate army soon after the war began. 

On April 11, 1862 , when Federal forces occupied Huntsville, the war came directly to the doorsteps of fifteen-year-old Howard, her mother, and her sister Kate.  Federal officers appropriated their home, located only a short distance from both the Federal headquarters and the courthouse square.  Forced to live for a time in their own slave quarters, the Weedens eventually fled to Tuskegee to reside with her married sister, Jane.

During their three year stay in Tuskegee, two things occurred that were to influence the course of her life.  She enrolled in the Tuskegee Female Methodist College, where her art teacher, Julia Spear, admired and encouraged her work.  She also formed a lifelong friendship with the family of the college president, Dr. George W.F. Price, a Methodist minister.  Later, his daughter Elizabeth, was to become her most influential supporter and friend.  

 

 
 

The Weedens again took up residence in Huntsville after the war and all three brothers eventually returned to Huntsville, but the family had little to celebrate.  Much of their property had been destroyed and their home pillaged.  Mrs. Weeden, facing the prospect of financial ruin, divided the remaining property among her children, deeding the other plantations to her three sons and the town house to her two unmarried daughters, Kate and Howard.

Then nineteen, Howard used her skill with brush and pen to supplement the family’s income.  In 1868 she began publishing stories in the “Christian Observer”, a Presbyterian newspaper.  Adopting the pen name, “Flake White”, she wrote stories in the highly romantic style popular at the time.  She also discovered a market for her art in the form of hand-painted cards, which she designed for a variety of occasions.  Silhouettes and floral illustrations adorned original verses or carefully chosen passages, which she executed in calligraphy.

After Mrs.Weeden's death, Howard and her sister Kate lived agreed on a division of duties that allowed Kate to manage the household while Howard continued to search out ways to make money through her art and writing.  The sisters brought in additional income by taking in a boarder, who stayed with them until 1896, and by turning the remaining upstairs bedroom into an art school of sorts, Howard Weeden offered instruction in drawing and painting to Huntsville’s young girls.  

She longed to travel and see the world's great art works, but her poverty and poor health prevented such luxuries.  Forced to turn to her immediate surrounds, she found in her own backyard, the subject that was to make her famous - the faces of former slaves, whom she knew.  She had no scarcity of subjects from which to choose.  The famous "Mammy", focus of a number of her best studies, was Frances Bell, a servant of the Clays, who lived next door.  "Uncle Champ", Governor Patton's former body servant, worked for the Weedens.  "Saint Barley Harris", was a preacher who baptized more than three thousand members into the Negro Primitive Baptist Church.

In 1893, she attended the Columbia Exposition in Chicago and concluded that her work deserved a wider audience. She had realized that the simplicity and poignancy which she sought to capture in her work elicited a response distinctly different from that of her contemporaries. In 1895, seven of her best portraits were shown in the Berlin gallery of Edward Schulte in a "Howard Weeden Gala." The exhibit was so successful that Ms. Weeden received a large number of orders for her work. She later had a showing in Paris.

She published four books: Shadows on the Wall (1898), Bandanna Ballads (1899), Songs of the Old South (1901), and Old Voices (1904). Joel Chandler Harris wrote in the introduction to Bandanna Ballads, "The art with which the facts are set forth is so felicitous in its touch, so faithful and so informing, that it goes deeper than character and individuality; it revives and resurrects the period; in some mysterious way, it restores the atmosphere and color of the time. And each portrait stands out as a little masterpiece, harmonious, powerful, charged with feeling, and illuminated by the imagination that makes its creations more real than life itself."

Howard Weeden, using her largely self-taught talents with brush and pen, made a unique contribution to an era in the history of the South, with faithfulness to fact and with respect and dignity to the individuals recorded.

Some interesting notes:  

  • Thirty four years after Howard Weeden's death, her book, "Bandanna Ballads" (1899), was used in the production of the American classic movie, "Gone With the Wind", to copy the costumes of the slaves.
  • Howard Weeden  was commissioned to produce silhouettes for Charles Dickens' book, "Old Curiosity Shop". 

 

 

 
             

"There was a time when I painted everything indiscriminately, like a misled amateur, until I woke one day to the fact that there was right around me a subject of supreme artistic interest, the old southern ex-slave, who with his black weather-beaten face and picturesque figure was rapidly slipping away"

     ---Howard Weeden