![]() Emory supplied the names of several school chums, but my queries revealed they did not graduate with him. Again, no yearbooks, but possibly a formal picture. He graduated from Wareham High School in 1925. I hoped I could find a similar studio picture for him. With his late entry into my life, my maternal grandfather never quite took to be being called “Grandpa” and asked that I call him by his first name, Emory. Alma gave me an inscribed graduation picture of Nana, still in its original studio folder: “With Love, To My Darling Pal, Rhodesie.” Emily also gave me a newspaper clipping with the photos of all that year’s graduating nurses, all of whom were living in 1982. Robinson responded enthusiastically to my telephone query by telling me that she and another of my grandmother’s classmates, Emily Bellman, now shared a home. While no nursing school yearbooks existed, I felt certain Nana had a portrait taken in her nursing cap.Īn instructor from my mother’s student days suggested that I contact Alma Andrews Robinson, who was about the same age as Nana. Both were saddened when Truesdale closed. Fortunately, Mother’s cousins were savers, with boxes of correspondence from their parents, and they shared their bounty with me.Īs a 1929 graduate of the Truesdale Hospital School of Nursing in Fall River, Nana always carried that distinction proudly, enhanced by my mother earning her R.N. I wondered if someone kept studio pictures of significant events like Nana’s graduation from nursing school. That helped fill the void, but it was not enough. Nana’s letters always included captioned snapshots and sometimes wallet-sized pictures of my mother and her two sisters. Fortunately, Mother’s cousins were savers, with boxes of correspondence from their parents, and they shared their bounty with me. Typical for the era, my grandmother (Nana) wrote letters, every few weeks, to her brothers who remained in Wareham. ![]() A desire to find pictures fueled many of my early research endeavors. Consequently, I had scant evidence of what my grandmother looked like as a young woman and no idea of what my grandfather looked like. ![]() Three months later, the warehouse burned – a total loss.Īll my mother had from her childhood were a few framed photos and a couple of snapshots in her purse. Her family home in Maywood, New Jersey, was rented, with all contents of the house placed in a storage warehouse. ![]() Instead, she accepted her first job as a clinical instructor and moved into a small apartment. Mother declined the opportunity to go with them. State Department, announced they had accepted a three-year-assignment in Ethiopia. Mother had no further contact with her father until she was 40.Īfter my mother’s college graduation, her mother and step-father, a teacher working for the U.S. Her parents, Emory Morse and Lois Rhodes, had been near-neighbors as children in Wareham, Massachusetts. I grew up with few pictures from my mother’s side of the family. ![]()
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