
What is a hope chest? (Or rather, what was a hope chest?) The term tends to connotate a lot of different ideas and notions (it’s that “old thing” from the 19th century, right?), but have you ever thought about the actual history of the design, what it means and why it once flourished and is now all but perished? Something as simple as a piece of furniture might not seem that exciting, but, as it turns out, the hope chest has quite the history.
Historically, hope chests were large trunk chests that mothers would pass on to their daughters.
Oftentimes, a mother would start preparing a hope chest from the time her daughter was a young age and slowly build the collection as the years went by. The chests contained many things like silverware, china, linens, clothing, and jewelry that were considered “essentials” for a young woman about to start a new life in marriage. It was also standard practice to include family heirlooms and mementos. Things like albums or photographs, letters or treasured objects passed down through the generations that may not have much monetary or practical value – but in which the young woman could find comfort.
The concept of the hope chest dates back thousands of years. Ancient Egyptians created wooden chests, often ornately decorated, to store valuables such as jewelry, coins, and travel essentials, reflecting both wealth and purpose; some of these chests, including those of King Tut, survive today in museums. In medieval Europe (5th–15th centuries), wooden chests became widespread, crafted from hardwoods like oak, walnut, and pine, often adorned with friezes, panels, and handles for practicality during times of war or travel. In Italy, the cassone, a large, elaborately decorated chest, was used in dynastic marriages to display wealth and serve as a dowry.

Hope chests were built and decorated based on the family’s wealth. In Italy, Sicilian women from poor families typically remained unmarried because they couldn’t afford to stuff their hope chests with twelve (12!) beds worth of linens. The quality of the linens in a woman’s hope chest represented how much of a “catch” she was.
Depending on the country, there is also a custom in which a child would prepare a dozen (again, 12!) quilt tops for her hope chest, with the 13th top being called a “bridal quilt.” Once she became engaged, there was a party in which women were invited to quilt all the tops together as they prepared for the bride’s impending nuptials.

The hope chest tradition spread across Europe, with variations such as dowry chests, trousseau chests, and glory boxes. These chests were used to collect household linens, clothing, quilts, and keepsakes for a bride-to-be. European immigrants, including German settlers in America, brought the tradition to the New World, where it became a practical part of daily life in the 1700s and 1800s.
By the mid to late 1800s, hope chests became more decorative and symbolic. They reflected Victorian ideals of domestic skill and respectability, and a well-made chest could also signal social standing. Many were now purchased rather than handmade.
Young women stored linens, quilts, and essentials in chests that reflected local materials and immigrant folk art styles Amish communities, in particular, crafted simple yet ornately painted chests, emphasizing skill, patience, and preparation for marriage. Mothers often began preparing a chest for their daughters from a young age, gradually filling it with essentials and family heirlooms.
Traditionally, hope chests were made of cedar, prized for its natural aroma and ability to repel insects, protecting fabrics and linens until marriage. (P.S. Clothes stored in a cedar chest or dresser smell so good!) Over time, other hardwoods such as cherry, oak, and maple were also used. Chests were often richly decorated, reflecting both personal taste and social status, and some were designed for portability to accommodate brides leaving home.
In the early 1900s, hope chests became a national tradition through the rise of the Lane Cedar Chest. Founded in 1912, Lane used mass production and marketing to turn cedar-lined chests into a common rite of passage for young women across America.
As a bride in the early 1970s, I never had one. But my mother had a Lane hope chest, and I recall spending hours looking at her wedding album, her gown, meaningful holiday cards, and valentines I made in school. However, there was one item in there that frightened the pudding out of me…It was a mink fur wrap with the head attached and used as a clasp…Eeww! I know they were popular in the 1940s…but even writing about it gives me the willies!!
Hope chests symbolized preparation for adulthood, marriage, and family life. They were both practical storage pieces and cultural artifacts, representing family expectations, craftsmanship, and the passing down of traditions While the practice has declined in modern times due to changing social norms and the reduced emphasis on dowries, hope chests remain meaningful as heirlooms, keepsakes, and decorative furniture.
Today, hope chests are no longer exclusively tied to marriage. They serve as storage for linens, quilts, toys, or family treasures, and are often valued for their aesthetic and sentimental qualities. Antique and modern versions continue to be crafted, preserving the tradition while adapting to contemporary lifestyles.
Ultimately, between the rise and fall of the hope chest, we can be assured that if there’s one thing that’s everlasting, it’s hope–even if our hopes have changed with the times.


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Another interesting, lovely, and little-known fact (at least to me) was how many young African American women came to the Arizona Territory. The mining camps were filled with young black men and older black widowers—but they weren’t the one who came up with the mail order bride idea. That came from the married African American women already in the territory. They found the presence of so many unattached men in their community “unsettling,” according to Black Women of the Old West by William Loren Katz. “With too few women to go around, the wrong kind of women came to town, and fights among the men were frequent. The answer, they convinced unmarried men, including many widowers, was an arranged marriage to a mail order bride,” he writes. They advertised in newspapers and Eastern churches and many young ladies responded. “Filled with hope, young candidates set out from Boston, Philadelphia, and New York. Many left lives of poverty, family problems or personal tragedies. Each sought her American dream, a new beginning. They hoped to find the thrill of love, the warmth of family, and a new life.”


For as long as I can recall, my mother has traced our family history. Sometimes she makes slow progress, occasionally great leaps, but it’s something she has built for years. While her dedication and commitment have always inspired me, I must admit that I thought it was such a boring pursuit.
When I received a message asking me to join the
I chose to give Mason the last name Barkey to honor my heritage. Although my great-great-grandfather did not order a bride via the mail, it was my way of honoring where I came from to include the last name in this story.





Orphaned at twelve, left to care for five brothers and sisters, Calamity did not shirk her duty. Most likely she did work as a prostitute early on to provide for the family. She left the lifestyle behind, though, by learning to shoot and throw a respectable punch. Everyone who knew Calamity did respect her courage and her kindness. She rescued a runaway stage from a Cheyenne war party and nursed some Deadwood residents back to health during a smallpox epidemic. The only thing Calamity couldn’t do was win Hickock’s heart.
Susan McSween was a shrewd businesswoman and she put all her efforts into frustrating her nemesis, James Dolan. Eventually, she became the Cattle Queen of New Mexico, at one point running nearly 5,000 head of cattle. Best of all, she outlived all her enemies.
My hero, Captain Corbett, is an arrogant Scotsman who believes women should have babies not opinions. How well do you think an attitude like that would have gone over with the rough-and-tumble Calamity Jane, or the fiery, refined Susan McSween?

