Can you identify these relatives?

Below are some verified photos of Elias and Sarah (Brown) Locke.  This first photo may be the same couple.

Could this be Elias and Sarah (Brown) Locke?

They were married in 1845 and would have been 24 then. This original is printed on heavy paper which is consistent with calotypes, invented in 1841.  Calotypes were not as clear as daguerreotypes (1837), but multiple copies could be printed on paper.  The back is marked "E. H. Keney, Photographer, 406 E. Fifth Street, Dayton, Ohio." 
Follow-up internet research: 

Erastus H. Keney was born in New York about 1838 and was active in Dayton from 1870 to 1900.

Answer: No, this is not Elias and Sarah, but could be a photo of one of their children.

Sarah (Brown) Locke (b. 12/29/1824; d. 8/25/1907)

Elias Locke

Sarah (Brown) Locke

Elias Locke

Sarah (Brown) Locke

These photos are identified as Abraham and Rebecca (Ott) Lock, parents of Elias (above).  Could someone verify this?

Abraham Locke (b. 6/20/1794; d. 9/15/1872)

Rebecca Ott Locke  (b. 9/28/1794; d. 11/6/1869)

 Parents of Abraham Lock?  Don't think so.

This photo is identified as the parents of Abraham Lock ( John Lock b. 7/4/1755; d. 10/4/1818); Salome b. 1755; d. 12/24/1840), which is impossible since the daguerreotype wasn't invented until 1837, calotypes in 1841, and tintypes were not common until about 1860.  This looks more like a Touby face to me. 

Is it possible that this is Peter Touby and his mother, Anna Marie Slout Touby?

John Peter Touby
( b. 1/20/1824; d. 10/27/1888)

John Peter Touby
( b. 1/20/1824; d. 10/27/1888)

The children of Elias and Sarah Lock.  Does anyone have the originals?

 

cousin

cousin

Is this George Luther Locke?

Dr. John Edgar Locke

William Locke

Laura Locke Tresslar

Are these Locke brothers?  Compare to the brothers above.  

A couple of them could be husbands of Locke women.

I think this is Antrim "Bud" Locke

These images were in the same album and could be Locke sisters or wives of Locke men.

Information on the back of this photo:

J. Nicholson, photographer.  Over Darnall and Scotton's Drug Store, Main Street, Kokomo, Ind.

Pictures copied enlarged and colored in every style.

Research: Nicholson was born in Franklin, Indiana (2/12/1866) and was engaged in painting in connection with cultivating fruit and later learned the art of daguerreotyping.  In 1872 he moved to Kokomo, Indiana and from there, in 1879, to Crawfordsville, where he opened an art gallery.

This tells us that the photograph was taken (or copied from the original, as the ad states) between 1872 and 1879.

Are these Locke children?

Elsie and Ross: on to University

Philip Roscoe Locke and Elsie Locke

Elsie and Ross went downstate Indiana for their university studies: Elsie to Indiana State Normal School and Ross to Indiana University.

Indiana State Normal School

Elsie, on left

Friends at Indiana State

Ross was encouraged by his uncle Dr. Edgar Locke to pursue medicine.  Ross actually started with that in mind, but his love for writing lead to studies and a career in journalism instead.

Philip Roscoe Locke

Letter to Ross from his uncle, Dr. J. Edgar Locke, written 1911 (100 years ago!)
when Ross was a high school senior

Dr. John Edgar Locke

Sis Hopkins

This ticket was found in Roscoe Locke's small Shakespeare tome Merchant of Venice.  He might have taken some time from his studies to see a local vaudeville act.

Melville, Rose (1873–1946), actress. Born in Terre Haute, Indiana, she made her debut in 1889 then scored a major success in a touring play called Zeb, in which she appeared as the hayseed Sis Hopkins. Melville played the part so well that it was elaborated for her, then she developed a vaudeville sketch around the same yokel. In her Broadway appearances, in such musicals as Little Christopher Columbus (1894) and By the Sad Sea Waves (1899), Melville invariably portrayed Sis. She played little else until she retired sometime in the 1920s.

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The Huckster Wagon

Mr. Beebout's huckster wagon was a variety store on wheels.  The wagon wound its way along bumpy country roads, the contents invariably shifting and in need of frequent reorganizing.  Its drawers were filled with thread and needles, candies, paper goods, pantry supplies, and more.  It was always a treat when Mr. Beabout came by.  He had a regular route...after stopping at Mrs. Householder's, he would drive on down to the Touby farm.  One day as the girls watched for him, he stayed longer than usual at Mrs. Householder's place.  Joan, the youngest, innocently remarked that, "Mr. Beebout must have dropped his drawers!"

As far as I know, we don't have any photos of Mr. Beebout and his huckster wagon.  I'd love to find one.  But I imagine that it might have looked something like this...

It was not uncommon for the huckster man to trade a chicken or eggs for goods from the wagon, but I don't know if Elsie ever did trades.  I'll have to ask Aunt Dorothy or my mother about that some day.

Aunt Francie's Diary

Our Aunt Frances was the middle sister, born in 1919.  During my grandmother's pregnancy she contracted influenza...fatal to many during the "Spanish flu" pandemic at the end of WWI.  Frances had difficulties from birth.  My mother remembers knowing that Frances was different, but she was their sister.  All the girls had chores and Frances was in charge of clearing the table and washing dishes.  I remember helping Aunt Francie even when I was little.  She was in charge and I was her helper.  I never thought of her as being small, because I was small then.  But now, looking at pictures, I realize that she was.  Mother tells me that she didn't grow physically beyond the size of a pre-teen.  My grandparents hired a tutor to help Frances, but she never learned to read or write.

One of the most poignant moments of my recent stay with my mother was what we found when my cousin Mark came over with four boxes filled with family memories.  There were precious photos, yes, but when we opened a little red booklet we found a diary...not written by Frances, but obviously dictated by her.  Her entries were filled with swinging, sitting and playing on the porch, and many mentions of who visited on any given day.  What a wonderful thing my grandmother did for Francie to give her a voice, to validate her days and give them importance.  As her sisters were going off to school, Francie had her own teacher come to her house.  As her sisters did their homework, Francie dictated entries for her diary.