Wordless Wednesday: A Glimpse Back in Time: 1870, San Francisco

image4                It’s time for another Wordless Wednesday! Today I’m sharing one of my favorite scenes from the historical romance novel, Autumn Lady. The passage will be followed by related imagery. Enjoy!

Autumn Lady


“His eyes flickered with a touch of mischief. He chuckled softly, “Yes. That’s right, darlin’.” Dimples surfaced around his mouth as he smiled. “Miss McClain, I happen to be very familiar with that side of town.”

Mara was not sure why this was so amusing. She looked up at his face. His skin was quite fair in contrast to his dark hair. Thick, black lashes framed vibrant brown eyes, flecks of gold radiating around the pupils. The color was intense, mysterious. She wanted to keep looking, but thought it rude to stare. Instead, she turned way, studying the street, searching for another carriage.

“I can follow alongside your cab when it arrives. I have my horse saddled up around the corner. I’d be happy to escort you over to the Levy house. I’m heading over there myself.”

“You are?”

“Yes,” he said, smiling. “It’s my home.” His eyes shone with amusement, looking down at Mara’s bewildered face.

“You live there?” She asked in astonishment.

He looked at her patiently. “Well, yes, Miss McClain. You know that it’s a boarding house, right? I just so happen to be one of the boarders,” he said, grinning. Mara barely heard the carriage pulling up alongside her.

“Looks like your chariot has arrived,” he said. “The young lady would like a ride to the Levy Boarding House on O’Farrell Street.” He handed the driver some coins.
“Oh, Mr. Deane, I can pay my own way.”

“I’m sure you can, Miss McClain, but I’d like to take care of this one for you.” he said firmly.

Patrick finished paying the driver and turned to Mara offering his arm. As she took it, she felt his firm muscles against her body. Her face flushed. She pushed a locket of strawberry blond hair behind her ear, a nervous habit. Once she was seated, he helped the driver with the bags and grinned up at her.

“I’ll see yah back at Miss Levy’s house.” he said with a wink.

“Thank you, Mr. Deane.”

She watched him disappear into the fog and wondered if she’d imagined him: lost in thought, the carriage made its way down the cobblestone road.”


AutumnLady_Cover2posterPhotography from the 1870’s, San Francisco

California Street. Between Sansome and Montgomery Street. San Francisco, CA


Chinatown, Circa-1870


San Francisco-Circa 1870


Dupont Street, San Francisco, 1870du

Historic San Francisco: Cable car on California Street, 1879


City of San Francisco, 1870 Carleton Watkins (1829–1916) Albumen Print 


San Francisco Architecture:  1870’s

OldHouses.com – 1870 Italianate – The Inn San Francisco in San Francisco, California


Washington St at Webster, Pacific Height:  Dallam-Merritt House built in 1870. Second Empire and Italianate styles


Home Built in 1870, San Francisco


Modern Day San Francisco:  Painted Ladies

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Popular Fashion of the 1870’s

Visiting dress Emile Pingat (French, active 1860–96) Date: ca. 1872 Culture: French Medium: Silk Dimensions:


Dress, dated 1868, American. Met # C.I.53.72.1a–c.

greenbeauty                                            Lavender brocade reception gown, ca. 1870. Pale lilac silk taffeta with pleated & pinked self-fabric trim, lilac & ivory silk brocade flounces & bow.  Square neck front-closing bodice with festoon attached to skirt. Trained skirt with back-gathers, brocade belt with back bow. Augusta Auctions

Reception gown, Josephine H. Egan, New York, ca. 1875. Silk. Bunka Gakuen Costume Museum, Tokyo   
1870’s Sewing Patterns
1869 Wedding Gown
Thank you for stopping by today! Join us again next week to celebrate San Francisco’s Gilded Age.
AnneMarie Dapp


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