By Victoria Bernal, Women in the Archives Social Media Manager
Before the Autry received her personal papers in 2018, little was widely known about socialite Caroline Boeing Poole, including her birthday. Born in Detroit on September 16, 1884, Caroline Boeing Poole was mostly remembered for the books she commissioned, her unparalleled collection of Native American baskets and an elegant oil-painted portrait of her in a blue evening gown that once hung in the National Portrait Gallery.
General biographic details could be surmised from past headlines that announced her wedding (December 24, 1907) and her death (January 11, 1932) with a few social engagements sprinkled between. Perhaps better known were the men to whom she was related. Her older brother was William Boeing, the aviation pioneer who founded The Boeing Company. Her husband was Col. John Hudson Poole, a philanthropist and World War I veteran who had also served as Theodore Roosevelt’s aide in the Spanish-American War. Her son John Hudson Poole, Jr., was memorialized in the Los Angeles Times for his work as a radio and television pioneer. Beyond these broad strokes, there was not much available in institutional archives to flesh out the life, loves, and interests of Caroline Boeing Poole.
The Caroline Boeing Poole papers at the Autry are a treasure trove of stories, scrapbooks, and photos from this woman of means who used her wealth to explore and document her Southwest and international travels. When looking through her archive, it’s clear that Poole was a devoted mother, adventurous hiker, animal lover, and descriptive chronicler. Her albums are filled with so many images taken on mountain trails, one wonders if she preferred hiking boots to evening gowns. She appears fearless in these photos, striking a strong hands-on-hips stance on cliffs and hillsides. In other photos, she’s kneeling on a Grand Canyon cliff, climbing up rocks in the Royal Gorge, and riding numerous horses. Her sense of humor bubbles up through her scrapbook pages as she poses holding an alligator or laughs through a silly pose behind a clothesline. Paging through her travel diaries transports one right there beside her on the Grand Canyon trail where she “felt like shaking hands with all the great crags, the palisades and rocky walls.”