She became his assistant at age 17; he was ten years older. When they parted, she tormented him with tales of other lovers. They exchanged increasingly warm letters, and ended up happily married for years. She ran the household and the business, not unlike thousands of other husband-and-wife photography businesses down to the present day. When she died, of cancer, he mourned, heartbroken, for the rest of his long life.
Their love story is preserved in their letters and papers.
The more forceful personality, she was a fine photographer in her own right, and recently curators have been trying to sort out his pictures from hers—giving her her first solo show more than 100 years after her birth (in Liverpool, England).
They were working photographers. A scrap of doggerel she wrote for him:
Happy days and health and fun
And easy smiling sitters
(Not the kind that growl and scowl
And give us all the jitters)
It's a nice photographic love story, from Britain's Guardian.
(Thanks to Gavin McLelland)
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Featured Comment by Sean: "I watched a great documentary on Edward Chambré Hardman on BBC Four a couple of years ago. Narrated by one of Liverpool's favourite sons, John Peel, it can be found on YouTube and should not be missed."
Mike replies: What a lovely show—I really enjoyed that. Thanks for the link, Sean.