*Updated 10.22.22* 1937 Ossipee Center School play, Ossipee, New Hampshire

Updated 10.22.22 1937 Ossipee Center School play, Ossipee, New Hampshire

Black and white photo of a group of 3 rows of children of various ages in colonial costumes holding the Betsy Ross designed and sewn flag of 13 alternating stripes of red and white and circle of 13 white stars on the upper left solid blue field. Photo edge is marked "1937" in pen.

On the back of this photo my great grandmother Jessie McIntosh Sturtevant wrote out their names as follows:

1937 Ossipee Center School play

When Betsy Ross made Old Glory

First row L-R

Roland Wilkins

Edwin French Jr

Norman Remick Jr

Harvey Emerson

Raymond Perry

Lenela Moody

Madeline Goldsmith

Dorothy Sturtevant*

Esther Perry

Barbara Emerson

Second row L-R

Violet Moody

Flora Sturtevant*

Theresa Goldsmith

Vileta Moody

Jean Sawyer

John F. Harmon

Joseph Nevers

Harley Moody

Back row L-R

Elmer Berry - Violin

Miss Todd - Piano

Helen Sturtevant*

George Knapp - Mandolin

Robert Sawyer Jr

Hayes Sawyer Jr

* Denotes grandmother and great aunts of this blogger. In 1937 Helen was 13, Flora was 10, and Dorothy was 6.

Gran used "Jr" after almost every boy, have not confirmed that they were all in fact Jr's.

Do you recognize the names of any of your ancestors? Let me know!

Update, 10/22/22: Having come across the following article about the "Betsy Ross Flag" from 2019 - most recently in regards to some college selling the flag & the rise of white supremacist usage of historical items,

I wanted to make it extremely clear that I do not support wh*te suprem*cists, do not want this post to offend anyone and while I am aware today pockets of New Hampshire are hecka wh*te suprem*cist, I shared this photo of my family as a goodwill to the other kid's families from the time who may not have any photos of their ancestors at this age.

I'm now looking into how active the kl*n was in New Hampshire in the 1930s, Miss Todd, and the last names in the photo

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