Fannie Fenn of Charlotte, Michigan, c. 1900.
This post is not going to be a history of cabinet cards or even what defines them. (I don’t know enough to speak to either of those topics.)
I don’t know why I like them. I can’t articulate how I feel when I hold one. I can’t explain why some speak to me, while others do not. I just like them. I like imagining the life lived. I like the feeling of history in my hand, the tangible object and the intangible existence of one long dead. I make up stories in my head of who the person was, what made them special, and stories of who they loved and who loved them.