Mary E May Potter
Sometimes, the most compelling history is found not in books, but in the forgotten corners of an antique shop or an online auction.
A early 20th century portrait recently caught my eye. The photograph, produced by Slater’s Interurban Post Card Studio at 430 Superior Street in Toledo, Ohio, shows a woman with a warm smile, her hair styled in a classic Edwardian updo.
Turning the postcard over revealed a clue that turned this anonymous face into a living history: a simple, handwritten pencil note reading "1:00 pm / Mrs. Mary Potter, Bellevue, O."
The note wasn’t a mailing address—the card never saw a postage stamp. Instead, that specific time stamp, "1:00 pm," was likely a studio pickup reminder or an appointment slip.
To get this portrait taken, Mary traveled from her home in Bellevue to downtown Toledo. In the 1900s and 1910s, this was made effortless by the Electric Interurban railway lines,the very transit system referenced in the photo studio's name. For a resident of a busy railway hub like Bellevue, catching an interurban car into the city for a day of shopping and a professional portrait session was a common occurrence.
Who was the woman behind that lovely smile? A look at the U.S. Federal Census records and Ohio marriage logs brings her life into sharp focus.
- Her Roots: Born Mary E. May in September 1873, she was the daughter of John May, an English blacksmith who immigrated to Ohio, and his wife, Clarissa. Mary grew up in Lyme Township, right on the outskirts of Bellevue.
- Marriage and Family: On September 25, 1894, Mary married Albert Potter, a skilled machinist. By 1910, the couple was settled into a home at 116 High Street in Bellevue Ward 2, where Albert worked in the local railroad roundhouse.
- Motherhood: Mary and Albert raised two sons in their High Street home: Raymond (born c. 1899), who grew up to work as a local clerk, and Harold (born c. 1904), who later followed industrial and mechanical trades in northern Ohio
When this portrait was captured in the heart of the Edwardian era, Mary was a woman in her 30s, deeply rooted in her community, managing a household, and raising her young boys.
Looking at her expression today, it is incredible how a simple scrap of cardboard and a scribbled pencil note can bridge a century-long gap. Mary Potter is no longer just a face from a bygone era, she is a daughter, a mother, a wife, and a little piece of Ohio history.