
One of my favorite photos ever taken of Raymond Pitcairn, early figure in my hometown. Also a representation of what the Gilded Age meant to a lot of people.
Photo courtesy of Glencairn Museum
I don’t remember what the first run-in I had with the term “Gilded Age” was, but for whatever reason, it has always stuck out to me. Gilded is golden, right? Golden is good. Furthermore, the town that I grew up in was founded towards the end of the Gilded Age and shares many characteristics of the time period (even 100+ years later).
Then I found myself in college at the University of Central Florida, enrolled in a class called simply “The Gilded Age”. It’s the only History class I have ever dropped in my life. Why did I drop it? Because the professor took the stance that the Gilded Age was a time of misery and corruption, when wealthy men (like the man who founded my hometown) oppressed the poor as grievously as any medieval baron. What? I thought gilded was good! And here I was being told the exact opposite?
So what exactly was the Gilded Age, was it a bright or a dark chapter of American history, and why is it important to us now? Continue reading



