I finally read Otto Plath’s book Bumblebees and Their Ways (1934), by a bee geek who spent the 1920s digging up and micromanaging 225 colonies of bees, observing their eating, breeding, and warring and compiling his discoveries. The first 131 pages are prose; the other 70, taxonomy. Otto got stung enough to put him into bed. His introduction says, “It is my ambition and hope to continue the investigations of the past thirteen summers by devoting at least three months each year to the study of bumblebees in various parts of the world.”
Three months per year? One wonders: with or minus the new wife and baby acquired in 1932? Finishing the manuscript – a dissertation he and Aurelia rewrote for lay
readers -- and signing with a publisher got Otto promoted to full professor of biology at Boston University. Aurelia Plath
later wrote about the book: “Won my husband recognition and lost him money.” But before the book was published
they hoped it might make them rich.
So the family celebrated in July 1933, taking the only known photo of Sylvia Plath with both her parents and the only one of Aurelia with Otto. They’re on a hillside at a colleague's farm south of Boston, where Aurelia and Otto had their first date in 1930. In the Plath Family Papers at Yale, opened in 2025, are two alternate photos, one of them shown below, and yet another showing Otto lounging on the grass with his German department colleague Marshall "Daddy" Perrin, Aurelia's favorite professor of German, with Aurelia and her mother in the background. So yet another adult was present to take that photo.
On
this clearly hot and sunny Sunday Aurelia is wearing a fur piece over her shoulder. A wintertime photo shows her with a fur scarf – fur was fashionable – but Aurelia's more substantial piece resembles a
wrap or collar. Puzzling over fur in July I have imagined it was Otto’s thank-you for the
year and a half he browbeat Aurelia and yelled while they edited the book that ate their marriage (“My, how he lit into me” when she
used too many adjectives, Aurelia said.) Aurelia called their home “too academic an atmosphere” for infant Sylvia and brought in her own parents to supply "love and laughter" [Letters Home, 13]. The other photo from that day shows Aurelia looking much
happier posed with her mother and Sylvia, with no Otto and no fur unless it’s beneath
Aurelia’s hat. I don’t want to read too much into Sylvia’s expressions.
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