African American Women’s Fashion And Style Pre and Post Civil War Years
Documentation for West Africans’ concern for well-groomed hair and ornamented heads is long-standing and survives among African Americans
Under enslavement, white owners demanded a certain form of dress for those in bondage: better dress for house servants and managers; poorer attire for field hands, children, and those too old to continue working. In spite of these constrictions, the nineteenth-century autobiographies and narratives, collected in the 1930s from formerly enslaved people, relate that African Americans put a great deal of thought into their dress. The narrators emphasized what clothing they had and did not have and described the clothing styles they desired and how they obtained them. “Correct” dress was especially important when “stepping out” for social occasions with community members
The slave narratives explain various ways of styling hair even under the most adverse conditions. Photographs of prominent women after the Civil War show them wearing the elegant, long, straight hairstyles in general fashion at the time. In the antebellum South, several states legally enforced the code that ordered black women to wear a cloth head covering in public and not the hats and feathers worn by white women. These codes thus marked certain females as a subservient class. During enslavement, women working in onerous conditions wore the head wrap to keep the hair cleaner and to absorb perspiration. Use of the head wrap at home continued after the Civil War, but for public wear it was discarded.
PHOTO: Hairdresser, Pointe-a-Pitre, Guadeloupe ca 1895
Work Sited: written by Foster, Helen Bradley. "New Raiments of Self": African American Clothing in the Antebellum South. Oxford: Berg, 1997
Sugar-Free Vegan Caramel Apples…RECIPE
1 1/2 cups pitted dates, lightly packed (I use honey dates)
1/2 cup plain non-dairy milk (to soak dates)
3 1/2 – 4 tbsp raw cashew butter (see note and can substitute)
1 tsp pure vanilla extract (or the seeds scraped from 1 vanilla bean)
1/8 tsp (rounded) sea salt
Couple pinches freshly grated nutmeg (optional)
4-6 organic apples (or more, depending on size)
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