Found Photo Project #10
By Eilene Lyon
This photo is another case of “How on earth did this wind up in southwestern Colorado?” The young man pictured was born in Maine, and educated at Phillips Exeter Academy and Harvard. Eugene Usher Mitchell was the tenth of eleven children born to Maine farmer Charles Mitchell and Ruth Wentworth. Charles and Ruth were both born in Kennebunk, Maine. A couple years before their marriage, Charles purchased a farm in Newfield.
Eugene was born in Newfield on February 14, 1851. At that time, of his older siblings, one brother had died as an infant. Five brothers and three sisters (including a pair of twins) still lived at home on the farm. One brother later died of smallpox (1859) and another was killed during the Civil War.

After the war, Eugene attended Phillips Academy in Exeter, New Hampshire, one of the nation’s oldest and wealthiest boarding schools. He excelled at his studies and sports. Though a soft-spoken lad, he had intimate friends who found that “his genial and appreciative nature, his clear perception, his fund of anecdote, and his quiet humor added to their pleasure.” He enjoyed taking long walks to nearby towns. He graduated from the Academy in 1870, which is the date on this photograph. Eugene was then 19 years old.

At Harvard, where he graduated with honors and a Bachelor of Arts degree, Eugene belonged to the Institute of 1770 (now called The Hasty Pudding–Institute of 1770), and the Pi Eta Society (a literary and thespian group founded in 1866, no longer in existence).
Eugene taught mathematics at De Veaux College, a school for underprivileged, and fatherless boys. Run by the Episcopal Diocese as a military institute in Niagara Falls, New York, the tiny school closed in 1971. After two years there, Eugene returned to Maine to teach and served as a high school principal. Tiring of the underpaid profession, he changed tack dramatically and, unfortunately, with sad result.

Eugene’s older brother, Francis W. Mitchell (1834–1899), lived in Haiti at Miragoâne, a major port on the western coast of the island. He worked as a U.S. Consul agent and businessman. Eugene moved to Haiti to work with Francis in the summer of 1880.
After about a year, Eugene arranged to return home for a visit. He came down with a sudden, serious illness and died on August 29, 1881, before he could make his journey. Just 30 years old, Eugene had not married or had children. He is buried in a family plot in the Maplewood Cemetery in Parsonfield, York County, Maine.

Sources:
Obituary for Eugene Usher Mitchell, (undated, unknown author), Mitchell family archives.
Ayers, Ruth B. Early Families of Newfield, Maine (Gorham, Maine: Penobscot Press, 1995), rough draft excerpt of the Mitchell family, Mitchell family archives.
Shourie, Rajath, “Pi Eta Club Goes Dormant After Sordid History,” The Harvard Crimson, November 6, 1992 (https://www.thecrimson.com/article/1992/11/6/pi-eta-club-goes-dormant-after/ : accessed November 29, 2024).
“De Veaux College”; Lost Colleges (https://www.lostcolleges.com/de-veaux-college : accessed November 29, 2024).
“Miragoâne”; Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mirago%C3%A2ne : accessed November 29, 2024).
“Phillips Exeter Academy”; Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phillips_Exeter_Academy : accessed November 29, 2024).
“Hasty Pudding Club”; Wikipedia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hasty_Pudding_Club : accessed November 29, 2024).
“Eugene Usher Mitchell”; Ancestry (https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/person/tree/154477699/person/352061764458/facts : accessed November 29, 2024)
Great detective work Eilene, but yes- the mystery is thick with not knowing how and where this photo traveled to CO other than perhaps a random estate sale or two and antique dealers swapping their finds?
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Maybe he gave it to a school friend who wound up out west.
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Now that’s plausible!
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My goodness, how fascinating that these brothers were in Haiti way back then. Actually, it was probably safer there then than it is now, sadly for ordinary Haitians now. A sad ending for someone with so much to offer.
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Apparently there are some of Francis’s descendants still living there today. Francis spent the rest of his life there. I can’t imagine what it would be like now.
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Wow! We were there briefly in 1986 or thereabouts, shortly after Baby Doc fled and before the next dictator took over. Such a beautiful place, but it sounds like it’s complete anarchy right now, with rival gangs having taken over.
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It does sound like a scary place to be. I feel sorry for the law-abiding citizenry. History has not been kind to Haiti.
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How indeed? I find if fascinating how you research these found photographs and how you bring their story to life.
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I was fortunate that a relative supplied me with material, especially the obituary. I like having the word of someone who knew him well. I got the impression from the opening that it was written by a Harvard classmate, who may have also attended Phillips.
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No kidding. Very cool!
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Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem to want the photo itself. I will check with another relative.
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I can understand. I’m going through old photos of people I have no clue who they are and am not keeping them.
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I think once they’re available in digital format that people aren’t too keen on the original.
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True. Once I go through my parents’ photos and scan them, I will be ridding myself of the “hard” copies.
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They have some uses artistically, and for sharing with the occasional person who eschews the digital world. Aside from that…?
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Of course, they do! But yeah. In this house, where I am trying to get rid of clutter… nope!
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Good luck with that project! I am overwhelmed by it.
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I’m not ready mentally yet!!
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A sad end. He looks older than his true age in both photos, but that’s maybe just the severe hairstyle and formal dress.
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He does have a pretty serious face!
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He was from my neck of the woods! Phillips Exeter is one town over from me. Newfield is nearby as well. Kennebunk is less than an hour’s drive away, and Harvard is a little over an hour away (more traffic!). What a tragic end to Mitchell’s life.
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I’m sure he thought he had the world by the tail, only to succumb to such a sudden illness. One of these days I want to return to New England. It’s been a long time, aside from one trip to Boston and Cape Cod.
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I hope you do make it back up here. New England has a lot of history to offer!
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Absolutely! When we were kids, our parents loved to take us to historical sites. And we made the somewhat unpleasant trip to the top of Mt. Washington, too.
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We’ve driven to the top of Mt. Washington. I kept feeling like we were going to roll off the road.
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I remember the terrible weather.
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We went during early summer, if I remember correctly.
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What a shame to meet with such an untimely demise after all that education and what seemed to be plum jobs. Sometimes we make unfortunate decisions in life and such was the case for Eugene Mitchell. The poor parents, having lost four sons altogether.
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Yeah, even Francis, the eldest son, only made it to his mid-60s. It does seem like a shame to lose someone with credentials like that so young.
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The brother in Haiti had likely lived there a while and was immune to the island’s diseases where Eugene, more of a city boy, was unaccustomed to the climate/lifestyle, etc. and fell ill. It is a shame.
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Maybe so. Just some bad luck.
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How fascinating – is his name on the back of the photo of him as a young man? Such a sad story.
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Yes, I put the image of the photo back near the top of the post. It’s perpendicular to the image on the front. Sad story indeed.
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LOL – had I actually read the caption, I’d have noticed that…my bad! 🤣
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I do love a good mystery! He was so handsome. Perhaps he had a lady friend, a star crossed lover who requested a picture before she moved away.
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I suspect maybe a school friend. Did you exchange senior portrait photos in high school? We did that in Fairborn in 1980!
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We did! I still have those photos somewhere!
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We had a special book to put them in. (There are companies making big bucks off of seniors!)
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How very, very sad.
Perhaps a descendant of a relative ended up in Colorado? Or someone who sells old photos bought a bunch at a store and then resold them?
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Those are possibilities. I think maybe a school pal. I found one like that in the Bass Collection I wrote about. A college chum’s portrait was included in Elvin Bass’s photos.
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What a sad ending to what promised to be a promising future.
As for the time, I do enjoy how they put things. “Fund of anecdote”, I mean, what is not to love about that?
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Yes, they did have unique turns of phrases back then, but you’ve developed a similar talent, for sure!
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I am a fan of theirs, I paid attention! 😉
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Thank you Mrs. Lyon for finding this picture. Eugene U. Mitchell is my Great Grand Uncle. His brother Francis Wentworth Mitchell is my Great Grand Father. My Great Grand Father had a son Camille Francis Mitchell (Grand Father) who stayed in Haiti. The family grew a lot. My Grand Father spent his life wondering about his family in the USA. His mother lost contact with them. As a result, for every men that he fathered he inserted the surname Francis, as to give them a clue. I managed to trace back the family genealogy in the USA. I went to Kittery and visited a small museum where the small cabin of Christopher Mitchell is kept. In Westfield, I visited the family cemetery and noticed all the graves for the children of Charles Mitchell and Ruth Wentworth. This picture shows a family ressemblance to my father, and a little bit to myself. I have copies of correspondences between Eugene Usher Mitchell and Francis Wentworth Mitchell. I will send them to you. Thank you for sharing this, and also to do the research.
Francis Wentworth Mitchell was the consular agent for the USA in the small city of Miragoane in Haiti. Back then this city was a jewel, the most beautiful city in the south. It was a port city that used to export coffee, leathers, campêche woods, mahogany woods, and indigo. Francis used to deal with these items, and sending them to Boston. In 1883 there was a civil war in Haiti, and Miragoane was at the center of the struggle. During the very long fighting period, the city was under siege, and under constant bombardments by government forces. Francis spent his time negotiating peace between the insurrectionists and the government. His own house was leveled by the bombards, and caught fire. After the surrender of the City, he rebuilt his business. He suffered a heart attack and passed away in 1899. Sadly he was in the process of returning to Boston. My Grand Father Camille was 8 years old when Francis passed away.
Thank you again for the picture.
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Francis, thanks for reading and commenting on the post with all this wonderful additional information!! Of course, being family to the subject has given you access to much more than I could have found, even if I had spent more time on it.
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