The Sorrowful Mother, from Coreggio, in Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Jerusalem

Famous religious paintings. The Sorrowful Mother, from Coreggio, in Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Jerusalem

Matson (G. Eric and Edith) Photograph Collection Library of Congress https://www.loc.gov/pictures/resource/matpc.07287/?co=matpc

A Palestine Madonna (photo of a Palestinian mother with her baby taken in the 1930s)

• A Palestine Madonna

• American Colony (Jerusalem). Photo Department, photographer
• [between 1934 and 1939] https://www.loc.gov/resource/matpc.04165/
  

About this Collection

The G. Eric and Edith Matson Photograph Collection is a rich source of historical images of the Middle East. The majority of the images depict Palestine (present day Israel and the West Bank) from 1898 to 1946. Most of the collection consists of over 22,000 glass and film photographic negatives and transparencies created by the American Colony Photo Department and its successor firm, the Matson Photo Service. Over 1,000 photographic prints and eleven albums are also part of this collection.

Digital images for the negatives and transparencies and a sample of the photographs are available online. https://loc.gov/pictures/collection/matpc/

Palestine-- Palestinians with ladders at olive trees and people picking olives off the ground. circa 1880-1922 Library of Congress

• Palestine--Picking olives

Summary

• People with ladders at olive trees and people picking olives off the ground. 
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Remember Palestine

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"I come from there and I have memories... "

 

Woman of Nazareth
between 1898-1946
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  Songs and Pictures from Palestine

Poetry

Poem by Palestine's beloved Mahmoud Darwish
 
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.

I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep to make myself known
To a returning cloud.
I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood
So that I could break the rule.
I learnt all the words and broke them up
To make a single word: Homeland