Genealogy of Caleb W. Lawrence & Family



Helen (LEWIS) Lawrence died five days after Christmas in 1963.  We had driven up from Long Island to visit her that Saturday preceding her eighty sixth birthday (which came on Monday, 18 November), taking her out to lunch, and later stopping to watch Bradley Smith star in his high school football game. 

It was shortly after Thanksgiving that her heart weakened, and she realized that she would soon die.  It is fortunate that she had gone to live with Dorothy and Ernie Smith in the comfortable apartment they had fixed for her above the doctor's offices, since she was able to receive the best of care from them. 

Her mind remained very clear.  Her sons and their wives took turns nursing her, with Ralph and Elza shouldering the major part of the ordeal. 
Lib and I had the opportunity to relieve them over a week-end in December, and thus for us to be with her for the last time.  As her eldest child, I probably remember more about her family and our early life in Turkey.  During her visits with us we spent many hours reminiscing, as I tried to recall events she remembered so well.  I encouraged Mother to write these memoirs.  She started them at the age of 84, sometime in 1962.  Lib typed out a first draft, which Mother then went over, correcting and adding additional facts as she remembered them.  Lib then typed out a second draft. 

I wish that there had been time to go over what turned out to be the final draft with Mother, since there are many interesting details on which she could have expanded.  But rather than yield to the temptation to tamper with her manuscript, it has been left intact as she wrote it.  Fifty mimeographed copies have been run off, enough for each of her descendants, plus a few extras for relatives. 

Arthur Lewis Lawrence
Centre Island
Oyster Bay, New York

18 November, 1966. 


Well, it is now almost Thanksgiving, 1970.  I got the First Book run off (I did it at Green Vale) and the rest of it typed on masters.  I have arranged to run off the remaining pages on the ditto machine at Essex Town Hall. I'll get this off to you by Christmas.


Arthur Lawrence



I am now 84, in good health and have normal hearing and eyesight.  I was born in Sokia, a village 70 miles south of Smyrna, now Izmir, in Turkey. My parents were British:  William Purdon Kennedy Lewis and Leila (WILLIAMSON). They had eleven children four boys and seven girls.  The fourth child, I was born in 1877.  My father was the only son of the Rev. William Bucknor Lewis, who was the British chaplain of Smyrna for five years, from 1843-1848.  Grandfather and Grandmother Lewis had come to Smyrna as missionaries to the Jews in 1832.  They had three daughters, all older than father.  My mother was the oldest of 16 children of William and Lizzy Williamson of York, England.  My father's business in Sokia was managing a large concern that bought wild licorice root from the peasants and extracted the juice and made it into paste.  The extract is used in processing tobacco. 

Life in Sokia was very different from life in an American village.  We were the only English family there.  Half the villagers were Turkish and the rest Greeks; they both had their own schools.  We had a governess to teach us.  The boys were sent to school in England when they were old enough.  Naturally, we had no playmates, but our family life was a very happy one.  When I was about four, I spoke only Greek as our servants and nursemaids were Greek. At that time the railway did not come to Sokia, only to Belejik.  That meant one must ride a horse from Belejik to Sokia, a distance of about 15 miles. Imagine an Irish girl from an orphanage in Ireland coming to a strange country and being met by our Greek man servant, who put her on a horse and loaded her baggage on his horse and led her for 15 miles.  I have a faint picture of her arriving.  She had a lot of character and soon we were under her thumb.  Her name was Kate Kelly and she was with us for many years.  We had to behave, and she taught us how to sew, knit, and crochet.  Also, we had lessons in reading and writing with her.  She had full charge of us and we had our meals in the nursery with her. 


We lived in a large two story house.  There were four big chimneys, as the rooms all had fireplaces.  Storks built their nests on top of the chimneys.  They went south in winter and came to Turkey about the 25th of March, my older sister Maggie's birthday, and they left to fly south the 10th of August on my sister Tottie's birthday.  (Her real name is Mary.)  They raised a family of two or three.  Storks have long legs and a long neck and beak, as they feed on fish, eels, frogs and anything they can find in swamps and shallow ponds.  They always clapped their beaks when they go to their nests.  It was a funny noise.  It is well they were not there in winter, as the smoke from our fires would not be pleasant. 


Our manservant's name was Yani, the cook was Marigo and the housemaid was named Stasia.  Once in two weeks the washerwoman, Katerina, came to wash the clothes.  The wash-house was one of a row of out-houses.  There was the servant's bedroom, then Yani's bedroom, the wash-house and the woodshed.  The servants helped wash the clothes.  There were two wooden troughs on a stone platform and the boiler next to that. The wash took two days to do, as after washing the clothes, they were spread in a round basket four feet across and four feet high, lined with sailcloth.  After the clothes were laid out and the basket was full, they covered them with heavy sailcloth and put the wood ashes on top, then poured boiling water over that and left them all night.  They next day they were soaped again and rinsed.  Such a job, but the clothes were white as snow. 


All our clothes were sewn at home and as the style was then, we wore chemise, slips and panties that buttoned on a little bodice.  We never wore anything that was not made at home.  To keep eleven children dressed was a lot of work.  Even my father's and the boys' suits were made at home.  We even made our own soap. 


We had a large garden, a barn and chicken yard, and all our property was surrounded by a 10-foot high wall with a large gate which was locked at night.  Since we were the only English family and our parents were anxious to bring us up properly, we never mixed much with the native children.  We had very few toys and only rag dolls.  We played games and had our own flower gardens and were very happy. 


My father's sister, Arabella, married a sea captain named Pengelley.  Their home was in Cardiff, Wales.  They had a large family.  Two of their sons, my first cousins, named Alfred and Rowley, came to Sokia when they finished schooling, to work as accountants in the licorice factory. Rowley brought his bicycle, which had a big wheel and a small one.  When he rode it, crowds of children ran after him to see it. 


Alfred married Nellie and Rowley, Becky, both mother's sisters. 


Father was very kind to the natives and gave them quinine for malaria; he had a set of forceps and he would pull out their bad teeth.  He also gave them lotion drops for their sore eyes and he was their lawyer and counselor, as well.  They used to say that he would give "the shirt off his back" to help them.  He died in 1903, after an operation for stones in the bladder. 


Every summer we went to the seaside.  We had to take bedding, dishes, silver and provisions for three weeks.  We slept on cotton quilts but we took mattresses and pillows for the older people.  All this was loaded on camels, and they left in the evening.  We left on horses early next morning.  When we got to the beach, we had to find a house to rent and the servants had to clean it so we could move in.  It was an awful lot of work, but we were very healthy. 


Getting shoes for the family was a big job.  A shoemaker came to the house and took our measurements and a week or two later brought them for us to try them on and see if they fit us.  Our stockings and socks were knitted for us.  I learned how to knit stockings when I was nine.  I also made crochet edging for my slips and pants. I was always a very poor student but I loved dressing our rag dolls and sewing my underclothes.  When I was 13, I bought material and made a dress for a poor girl friend.  We could not buy patterns in those times.  We made our own patterns. 


I loved horse back riding. We had a fig orchard a mile and a half away.  The Turkish caretaker and his family lived there and dried the figs.  Every morning one of us children went there on horseback and filled a basket of delicious ripe figs for us to eat at breakfast. Many a morning I rode there at sunrise and climbed the fig trees and filled the basket.  Often in my dreams, I have been there again, and awake to find it was only a dream. 


The country around Sokia was hilly and so beautiful and we all went on long walks together.  On Sunday afternoons Father and Mother came with us and we were dressed in our Sunday best.  White muslin, starched dresses with a wide sash of ribbon around the waist, tied in a big bow behind.  My father conducted an Episcopal service on Sunday morning in our parlor and all the family attended.  I played the piano for the hymns and he read a sermon, usually out of a magazine called, "Sunday at Home". 


We always had company staying with us:  aunts, uncles, cousins, Neneka (our Nana) and friends.  Sokia was now at the end of the railway, a branch line of the Aidin railway, from Smyrna.  Many times people who were going to see the ancient ruins of the towns of Pyrene and Myletus had to come to Sokia.  They had to stay overnight and hire horses to ride to the ruins.  So our home was open to them.  I remember when Sanky and (Dwight L.) Moody, the great evangelists, went to visit the ruins at Pyrene.  They stayed with us and we had a service and two of our youngest sisters were christened by them.  Father never missed daily family prayers with all the family and servants attending. He read the Bible through to us many times.  Father and mother never started the day without kneeling down together at the sofa in their bedroom and praying.  I have a vivid picture of them.  We would try and be quiet while they were praying.  Such a wonderful mother we had.  I adored her and would do anything for her.  She had beautiful curly, auburn hair and lovely brown eyes and white, white complexion.  She was only 19 when she got married and Father was 28. 


We always had plenty of books to read.  As we grew older, Kate Kelly went to work for a family in Istanbul.  We had a governess to teach us and somehow we got educated enough in the three R's.  In winter we had fires in the fireplaces and in the evening we all sat around with our fancy work or sewing and Mother read aloud the classical books and all of Dicken's novels.  Mother had a very lovely reading voice.  I sure am lucky to have had such a wonderful home life. 


As we grew older we visited friends and cousins in Smyrna.  There were two lovely English ladies who came to Smyrna about 1892 or 3. They were social workers and were sent to Smyrna to work at the Smyrna Sailor's Rest.  Mr. Bliss who was the owner of the licorice business in Turkey, fell in love and married the older sister.  They had a lovely home at Sokia, where they lived a few months every year. The younger sister was visiting her sister, the summer I was 13.  She had a Bible class for us girls.  My mother's youngest sister Alithea was visiting us then also.  This lady had  great influence on me.  I stayed after class and she prayed with me and I was converted.  Ruth, my youngest sister, was born April 15, 1892.  She was such a beautiful baby and looked like my mother.  When the first World War started in 1914, she went to Egypt with Dorothy, who was three years older.  Ruth worked as a nurse in the British Army Hospital in Alexandria and Dorothy went to Malay to keep house for Jack, our brother, who was an engineer on the British Railways.  She met Jim Latimer and they were married in 1917 and her twins, Peggy and Neil, were born in 1918.  (Uncle Jim was a mining engineer for the Malay copper interests.) 


At 17 I went to be a governess with a family in Smyrna.  At 19 I taught at the American Mission School for girls in Smyrna.  The American Mission School for boys was a few blocks away.  Clara Lawrence was teaching at the girls school and she influenced her brother Caleb to come and teach in the boys school in 1896.  He was 28 then.  The teachers all had afternoon tea together and Caleb was often there to be with his sister.  That is how we met and were engaged, that winter 1897.  The summer of 1897 we spent at Patmos.  It is a beautiful island very near the coast of Turkey.  Now, when I look back at that trip, I realize what a tremendous undertaking it was, as we always had to take bedding and provisions. Caleb and cousin Harry Pengelley came with us, also, two servants.  The camels took our things to a place called Spelia on the coast, 30 miles from Sokia. We followed on horseback. Remember there were no telephones or mails or even telegraph service then.  At Spelia we had to hire a sailboat large enough to take us and our baggage to Patmos.  It would take seven hours with a brisk wind.  But we were becalmed and it took 17 hours.  We were all seasick as the boat rocked back and forth in the blazing sun. When we finally got to Patmos, we were well repaid for our trouble.  We found two cottages on the cleanest, clearest beach.  The sea was always calm and we hired a small sail boat for the season, and we would go to picnics to other parts of the Island.  The only town was on a hill and the houses were built around a monastery that was 800 years old.  There were many old books in the monastery written on parchment and several very ancient vestments.  Patmos is the isle where St. John the Divine wrote the Book of the Revelations.  There was a cave near the monastery where he is supposed to have lived and had the visions.  I did not teach at the American School that fall, but stayed home.  Caleb and I wanted to get married but my father and mother thought that we should wait till Caleb was getting a better salary. 


In the summer of 1899, Aunt Grace, my mother's sister, was going to England to train as a nurse. Aunt Alithea, mother's youngest sister and my older sister Maggie, who were the same age, were in England training at the Staffordshire Royal Infirmary.  So I decided to go to England with Aunt Grace to train.  We traveled together, going by sea on a cargo steamer. Fortunately the voyage was very calm and we enjoyed it.  Aunt Grace and I started our training at the Derbyshire Royal Infirmary.  But we both found the work too hard.  Aunt Grace got T.B. and returned to Smyrna on a cargo steamer, which did her a lot of good.  Neneka, her mother, was a natural born nurse and gave Aunt Grace the care she needed.  She was cured and a few years later went back to England and trained as a midwife in London. She was in charge of the British Seaman's Hospital in Smyrna for many years. 


I went to a small hospital from Derby.  It was the Longton Cottage Hospital in Staffordshire.  It seems to me now when I look back to those years at Longton that I learned a lot more there than just nursing.  The Averill family befriended me and treated me like one of their family. Their father was a visiting doctor at the Hospital.  His five daughters became like my own sisters.  My brother Alfred, who was going to South Africa to fight in the Boer War, came to Longton to visit me before he left.  The Averills were very good to me too, and he fell in love with Nancy, who was my age.  After Alfred left he and Nancy corresponded.  After ten years, Nancy went to Africa and they were married at Broken Hill in Northern Rhodesia.  Alfred was in charge of a copper mine there.  When I finished my training in Longton, I went to the Sheffield Royal Infirmary.  That year Queen Victoria died and all England was in deep mourning.  It was a very big hospital and I had a good training there. It was a four-year course, but in January 1904, after I had been there three and a half years, Caleb wrote to say that the Boys School in Smyrna was now a college and he was professor of English and History and getting a better salary and we could get married.  I had only a half year to become a registered nurse but I was now 27; really twenty-six and a half and I felt I had enough training.  I decided to go home and we would be married in July, when the college had summer vacation. 


My father had died the year before and my mother with my five younger sisters:  Mary, Ethel Louisa, Dorothy and Ruth had gone to Tanta, Egypt, to live with Purdon, my older brother, who was in business in Egypt. My oldest brother William was also in Southern Egypt.  My sister Mary did not live in Tanta with us, as she was superintendent of a Greek hospital in Alexandria.  Ethel, also, was training as a nurse at the Presbyterian Mission Hospital in Tanta. 


I arrived in Alexandria in March 1904, after a very stormy passage on a cargo steamer.  Mary met me in Alexandria and nearly had a fit when she saw how thin I was.  The voyage took a month and I was seasick all the way.  We all started sewing my trousseau under mother's supervision.  My wedding dress and going away dress, were ordered from England.  It was most exciting.  Caleb arrived the end of June and the wedding was July 6th.  Maggie was nursing at a hospital in Beirut and got her vacation so as to come to the wedding.  I was the only girl in our family to be married from home and Purdon the only one of the boys, three years later.  The marriage was in the Presbyterian Mission Church. 


The American Consul from Cairo had to witness the marriage, so as to make it legal.  He was to arrive at 10 o'clock that morning on the train from Cairo.  Purdon went to meet him and we were all in the church waiting.  Somehow Purdon got to the station a few minutes after the train arrived and the Consul got a cab and went to the Presbyterian Hospital, thinking the Church would be there.  But, it was not anywhere near there.  Purdon got back to the Church and said that the Consul had not come.  I began to cry, as we had booked our passage on the boat leaving Alexandria for Greece that evening.  Just then he turned up and we were married and we all drove home for a party and wedding cake. 


We left for Alexandria at 1:30 and our trunks were supposed to leave on the same train.  But they did not.  We were told to go on board the steamer and the trunks would come on the next train and would be sent on board.  It was almost time for the boat to leave and they had not come.  I was awfully worried, as all my wedding presents and lovely clothes were in them.  They arrived in time.  In fact, the boat waited for them to be brought on board.  I was not seasick because the sea was very calm. 


We had a glorious two weeks in Greece.  We stayed at a hotel in a fashionable resort called Kephessia.  My mother's sister, Bella Thorman Anderson, lived in Athens and we visited her for a few days.  I have a picture taken in her garden.  Caleb had a beard then.  Her two lovely daughters, Laura and Daisy, were in their teens. 


During our first year of marriage we lived in the College Main Building on Miles Street.  Mother and the girls all left Tanta and came back to Smyrna.  They lived in Doudjah, a suburb of Smyrna, where many British and French families lived. Ruth was 12 and Dorothy was 15 and went to an English school for girls in Boudja.  Ethel stayed on in Tanta to finish her nurses training, and Mary was nursing in Athens.  Maggie was back at the hospital in Beirut.  Aunt Grace was at the British Seaman's Hospital at the Point in Smyrna. My oldest brother William was Sexton at St. John's Church at the Point.  Arthur was born in the British Seaman's Hospital on the 8th of May, 1905. My joy and price is indescribable. I stayed awake to listen and see if he were breathing while he slept.  A healthier, lovelier baby never lived.  Caleb called him "a tickling surprise". 


When we first returned to Smyrna after our honeymoon, Caleb had to go to Ephesus and the other six original christian churches to take pictures for a Mr. Giles, who paid him to do it.  Caleb's sister Clara was living with us then.  Caleb was very interested in antiquities and gave many lectures on the Seven Churches and had pictures and slides made from the photographs he took.  All his evenings, he spent studying as he was taking a course at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario, by correspondence.  He graduated and got his M.A. in 1909. 


Summer in Smyrna was very hot so the missionaries used to go to the seaside at Fokia or the mountains at Boz Dagh.  The summer Arthur was a year and a half, we spent up at Boz Dagh.  At that time there was a renowned brigand called Charkirge. He was a sort of Robin Hood and had a band of followers.  When they needed money they would take a rich man as hostage and demand a ransom for him. He lived in the village where we were spending the summer.  We found this out after we were settled there.  We were quite a large group, as the Scotch Missionaries to the Jews were with our group of missionaries.  Charkirge's wife had just had a baby girl and he did want a boy.  I was told he had his eye on Arthur and I was so afraid.  Mrs.Caldwell and I decided to go and visit his wife and take her a gift which we did.  Also, we decided to have a picnic and invite Charkirge and his men to come to the picnic.  We had a golf course which the men in our group made and we often took our evening meal and had it out there.  This picnic was to be a sort of party, and each family made something extra good. One of the ladies had a camera strung over her shoulder and when Charkirge arrived they took it from her, as he was afraid of having his picture in the papers.  The government was trying to catch him and had posted a sum on his head. The picnic went off very well, and the next week he returned the invitation.  They had a lamb roasting on a spit in front of a wood fire out near our golf course.  We all went and had roast lamb, pilaf, yogurt and Kadaif (a sweet).  We had a more comfortable feeling now we were friends. Aunt Louisa was with me, also our Greek servant.  It was a lovely spot--a sort of plateau almost at the top of Mt. Boz Dagh.  The blackberries were thick there and we made several five gallon cans of jam.  They tasted like wild black raspberries. 


That year we lived in a rented house near the College and the rats were terrible.  Caleb wrote a book while we lived there.  It did not sell unfortunately. 


The Caldwells lived in a house which the College owned, next to the College.  The College and the Mission owned all the best houses in Smyrna at that time.  Miles Street was, or had been the largest, widest street of Smyrna.  However, the French Quay Company that built the Quay also built many houses on the Quay and it soon became the fashionable quarter. The Caldwells had their first furlough in 1907, so we moved into their house that summer.  Edward was born that year on September 15, 1907 at the British Seaman's Hospital.  The stork started coming at 2 in the morning and Caleb had to go and hunt up a cab to take me to the hospital.  It was quite a race to get to the hospital in time.  The cab was old and the horses half asleep. 


My brother Purdon's wedding was that week and I was very disappointed that I could not go.  Edward came two weeks before we expected him. Purdon married Mabel Wilkin, our first cousin.  She is three weeks younger than I am.  Purdon's business was in Egypt.  He was a contractor for dredging the Suez Canal and they lived in Ismalise. Kenneth was their first child and Mary next, then Leila.  Kenneth was in the Royal Air Force and during the Second World War he trained the Polish young men who escaped to England into a fine Polish Air Force.  He is retired now.  He has two sons and a lovely wife.  Mary is also a good business woman.  Purdon died of cancer in 1941.  Mary, who had worked in her father's office, carried on his business. When the Italians began to drop bombs on the British troops in Egypt during the 2nd World War, Mary sold the business and went to South Africa with her mother.  Her sister Leila was in charge of a children's concentration camp in Alexandria.  Mary worked as a stenographer in Rhodesia and married and has a little girl.  Mabel is living in Rhodesia with Mary. 


In June 1908, when Edward was 10 months old, Caleb had his furlough and we went to Kingston, Ontario, as he was to be at Queens University for his last year.  He had done three years work by correspondence and studied French too.  We had rooms with an English lady but it was very hard for me, as Ed was just a year old and very active.  Caleb's sister Ophie found an apartment for me and the boys on the ground floor, so in March 1909, I went to Elyria, Ohio, and Caleb remained in Kingston till he graduated in June.  Lake Ontario was frozen over and we drove across the lake in a open sleigh drawn by two horses.  The ice was thawing and cracking.  It was a frightening ride.  Caleb went with us to Oswego and put us on the train for Elyria, Ohio.  He was the poet of his class and had the highest honors in his class. 


We spent the summer in Elyria and returned to Turkey in August.  Nancy Averill used to write to me.  Her mother and father had died so I asked her to come to Smyrna and live with me. My cousin, Alfred Pengelley, who married my mother's sister, Nellie, had been to England that summer, so we arranged that Nancy should travel with them when they returned.  We lived in a very nice big house that the College bought and had a nice bathroom made in it for us.  It was also on Miles Street near the college.  Aflred was born in that house on April 27th, 1910.  I was so sure I would have a girl this time.  I did want a daughter.  That year Doreen was born to Ethel, and Tottie, who was married and lived in Broken Hill in Northern Rhodesia, had a lovely baby boy.  He died when two years old. 


Dr. MacLachlan, the President of International College, was in American that year and Mrs. Kennedy gave him about half a million dollars to build the college out at Paradise, which was two and a half miles outside of Smyrna.  The Boudja train stopped at Paradise.  Through the College, the Caldwells and we were able to buy a plot of land each, next to each other.  The Caldwells adjoined the college campus.  We each had half an acre and we built houses more or less alike facing the street that led to the college.  We both had lovely gardens. 


We moved into our houses in 1912 but the college did not move out there until 1913.  We lived there for 20 years, a life of wonderful experiences, friendships and joys.  We had such wonderful friends.  The Ralph Harlows came to teach in the college that year.  We had been in our house a month when Henry was born on October 25, 1912.  The summer of 1911 cholera broke out in Smyrna, so Caleb and I with our 3 boys and Mr. Montisanto and his two children went to Metiline, an island not far from the coast of Turkey.  All the children got the mumps there, and so did I.  Caleb was somehow immune to fevers and was very healthy.  Alfred was one and a half and a lovely baby with curly red hair.  He was my first red head.  Nancy Averill only stayed a year with us, and a year later went to South Africa and was married to my brother, Alfred.  Reggie was born to them in Africa and two years later, in 1915, Alfred took her to England where Johnny was born.  Alfred left her in England while he went to North Dakota to work for William Simpson, Maggie's husband, on a farm.  Nancy followed that fall.



Paradise or Kizilshouglouˆ 

Our house at Paradise was started in June, 1912, and was finished so that we could move in during the first week in September.  The Caldwells' house was next to ours and both houses faced the street which went to the college.  We each had an acre of land.  There were ten apricot trees along the northwest wall of our property.  We engaged a very good gardener to dig out all the witch grass and lay out the garden.  On the southeast side of the house and the front, we had flower beds, and from the end of the house all the way back was a wide path, ending in a circular court, with plane trees all around for us to sit under.  We had many parties there. 


We had lavender hedges on either side of the walk from the house; they grew three feet tall and a foot wide.  We raised our own vegetables and had a nice strawberry bed at one time.  We had our own well and a windmill, which pumped water into a large tank in the attic for use in the house, and for running water.  There was an above-ground cistern in the garden, called a havousa.  It was round and about five feet deep and two yards in diameter.  We used the water to irrigate the vegetable garden and had hand watering cans to water the flower beds.  The boys used to bathe in the havousa.  We had bamboo canes growing all around, so that it was quite private.  We had plum trees, fig trees, pomegranate, and Japan apples, besides the apricot trees.  Also, two lovely pepper trees in front of the house.  How things grew there!  The garden walks were paved with gravel, as it never rained from May to October and no grass could grow. 


On our first Christmas day there we had a pine tree for our Christmas tree, with the roots in a ball. We planted it the day after Christmas and it grew into a giant tree.  Henry was born on Founder's Day--October 25th.  We had a Greek servant then that we brought from Mytiline the summer we were there.  Her name was Zaharo.  She had a daughter who was 12, and we had her with us, too.  Her name was Pelaghier.  They went back to Mytiline when the First World War started. 


In October 1913, when Alfred was three, he was given a big football to kick, by some of the college boys. The kick he gave, somehow broke his leg, just above the knee.  The boys carried him in to Mother.  I was holding Henry in one arm and took Alfred in my other arm.  As I did so, I heard the bones cracking and realized he had broken his leg.  So kept him quiet with leg straight and sent someone to Boudjah for Dr. Lorando, the college physician.  He put on a temporary splint, and the next day Dr. Chassaud came with my sister Dorothy, who was training as a nurse at the B. S. Hospital.  They put it in a plaster cast and had an extension on, so the bones would not overlap and cause lameness. 


Alfred was in so much discomfort and pain that he kept crying continually.  I had not slept for five days and nights, nor had he.  So I felt I was going out of my mind.  Dorothy came and helped me, and got him quiet, so I could have a few hours sleep.  People used to bring toys and books for Alfred.  Soon, he got to expect a present every time anyone came to see how he was. He would ask me, "What did they bring me?"  He was always such a cute little boy.  Everyone adored him.  Very much like Dot's Cleighton. 


The next February, 1914, I got pneumonia, but would be up and down and did not have a doctor.  My temperature used to go very high every evening, so Caleb had me go in to Smyrna and see Dr. Chassaud.  He weighed me and I had lost a lot of weight.  He found a spot in my lung, which he said was T.B. and ordered me to go to bed.  Dorothy came to look after me.  My dishes were kept separate.  Alfred was taken to stay with my Mother in Boudjah.  Henry was a year and a half and a great cry-baby.  Zaharo looked after him.  Arthur and Edward were going to first English classes at the college.  Arthur had been going to Miss Shakleton's School in Boudjah, after we moved to Paradise, before the college moved out.  I had to swallow raw eggs, and was supposed to have eight eggs a day and plenty of milk.


In May I went to Sokia (the favorite beach resort of the missionaries).  Dorothy came with me and a servant and the four boys.  We took camp beds, dishes and cooking utensils. There was a boat that went to Sokia from Smyrna once a week.  When we got there, we rented a house and rented tables and chairs from a coffee house. It never rains in the summer, so we spent our days on the beach and I had to lie in the sun by the hour.  After we were settled, Dorothy went back to the B.S. Hospital.  The school closed the end of June and Caleb was to come and stay with us. 


About the middle of June there was a rumor that the Turks from Macedonia were coming to Sokia to massacre the Greeks and take their houses.  The war between Greece and Macedonia had ended.  The Greeks had won and were getting all the Turks to leave. These refugee Turks came to Turkey with the idea that they would get the Greeks, who had lived in Turkey for hundreds of years, to get out so that they could move into their homes.  Many Greeks were killed. 


Sokia was inhabited by Greeks and we heard that a band of Turkish families was coming to Sokia to massacre the Greeks and take their houses.  I wrote this to Caleb, but there was no boat from Smyrna to bring mail and take mail back.  The regular boat had stopped.  On the day that the Turks were to arrive, many of the Greeks left in open boats.  They took what they could with them.  They were going to the Greek island of Mytiline.  Fortunately it was very calm, as they left in open row boats. 


The house we were in was not in the village and more or less isolated.  I became nervous and wondered what I would do if there really was a massacre. We did not bring an American flag with us.  Prayer helped me to be calm and I was not afraid.  Caleb heard the rumor that there would be a massacre at Sokia.  He asked Dr. MacLachlan, the college president, what he thought and he seemed to think there was no truth in the rumor.  But Caleb could not sleep and felt sure he should come for us.  In fact, he woke up in the night and felt he heard a voice telling him to get up and go for me.  He did, and he went and got Dorothy and Ruth, my youngest sister.  They had to hire a tug boat, as the regular boat had stopped. They hired one from Herbert Whittals and came for us.  The boys and I had walked up the hill where we could catch sight of the boat, we were so sure was coming for us--and it did come in mid-afternoon.  It was flying the British Union Jack, so we knew it was Caleb. The boys ran to the landing wharf and as Caleb met them they said, "We were going to be murdered tonight!"  Dorothy and Ruth helped pack our things and we were all on board and left by five P.M. It was about 11 when we got home. 


We did not go anywhere that summer.  In August the First World War started.  The Germans were fighting against the French and British.  Austria and all the Balkan States and Turkey were on the side of the Germans.  All British men in Smyrna were interned and the entrance to Smyrna Bay was closed, so no ships could come in or go out.  The British ships were outside the Bay and used to bombard Smyrna.  It was an awful time, but the college was not bombed. Food was very scarce--no sugar, tea or coffee.  By roasting figs to a crisp, then pounding them to a powder, we made coffee.  We soaked raisins and pressed out all the juice, which we boiled into a syrup, making petmez.  We used cracked wheat for cereal and we could get milk from a farmer near us.  We sweetened food with petmez. 


Ralph was born in March 1916.  A year later, when America was likely to fight on the side of Britain and France, all American women and children of the mission were advised to go to America.  Mrs. Caldwell and I left for Constantinople with our children on March 16th, 1917.  The way to get to America would be from Constantinople through the Balkan States to Vienna, where we would be interned for three weeks so that any information we had of our enemies would be of no use.  The train took us as far as Panderma on the sea of Marmora, where we would get a steamer for Constantinople.  However, before we reached Panderma, an inspector checked our travel permits and found that the college dragoman had them made out for our husbands to come with us.  The inspector was very angry and was going to have us get off at a siding in the middle of the night.  A young Turk, who had been a student at the College, talked to the inspector and explained it was a mistake made by the dragoman.  So we were allowed to go to Panderma and wait there for new permits to be sent from Smyrna.  Mrs. Caldwell, with her four children, and I with five boys, waited five days in Panderma. Ralph had his first birthday there on March 20th. 


When we got to Constantinople, we stayed at the Bible House until we got permits to go to Vienna.  We had to take food to eat on the train for four days.  We had hard boiled eggs, bread, olives, halva and cheese, and a water jar.  I had four suitcases besides the packages of food and a small alcohol stove to prepare the baby's food.  I was able to get cans of condensed milk.  This was before evaporated milk or cans of condensed milk. I had a very small supply of diapers, so I used a little pot and held Ralph on it.  Arthur and Edward carried two suitcases apiece.  Alfred was not yet seven, and he had to carry the water jar and food.  Henry was four and a half. 


We left Constantinople on April 5th.  The train was loaded with soldiers and hardly any civilians.  The train compartments had two wood benches facing each other. We had one compartment, and with our suitcases we were quite crowded.  Mrs. Caldwell was a great help, as I had the baby to hold most of the time.  She rationed the food for each day and gave us each our share at meals.  We had to change trains several times and had to stand in line to have our tickets and permits inspected at the ticket windows of the depots.  The boys had the suitcases to carry and they had to be inspected at the different countries where we stopped. 


Everything would be dumped out of the suitcases.  We also had to step out of our shoes, to prove that we had no messages hidden in them. The inspectors looked in our pocket books and felt us all over. 


At one stop, where we were not supposed to get off, we had the three oldest boys get off to fill our water jars at a fountain.  The train started to move before the boys got back.  I was frantic, as I had no idea where the train would stop next.  After a few minutes the boys appeared.  They ran and jumped on the last car and walked to our compartment.


At Nish in Serbia, we had to wait all day for the next train.  So we took a walk through some fields at the back of the depot.  Some boys came and began throwing stones at us. We went back to the depot.  Our train came in about 10 P.M.  My boys had been sleeping.  We had to dash out to get a compartment for ourselves.  Henry was four and a half years old then.  He was sound asleep and I could not wake him.  I had Ralph to carry, so I dragged Henry along. As we crossed a mud puddle, he slipped from me into the mud. 


That night, on the train, something was crawling on my back.  I went to the toilet and stripped.  It was a louse all right.  They were carriers of typhus fever and I was afraid of getting it. 


We changed our train in Hungary.  The train compartment was large and there were seats on each side.  The train made many stops, picking up people.  I was so tired that I fell asleep holding Ralph, who was also asleep.  Some of the women on the train began singing, and as I heard it I thought I was in Heaven. It was so beautiful and tears were rolling down my cheeks.  But I woke up and realized where I was. 


We arrived in Vienna early Easter morning.  On April 7th the United States had broken off relations with Germany, to fight on the side of Britain and France. Mrs. Caldwell knew German, so we decided that she and Alice, her daughter who was 16, should take a cab and look for rooms at a hotel.  They went to the American Embassy, but the Ambassador and his staff had left.  They found an American who helped them, and they were able to get us rooms at a nice hotel.  I waited in the waiting room of the station with the children, five of mine and three Caldwells. 

It was 4 P.M. when Mrs. Caldwell came back.  When we got to the hotel I had visions of getting my children into hot baths. However, on account of the war, there was no coal to heat water for baths.  The hotel provided pitchers of hot water and a large wash bowl, so I washed them all and put them into bed.  They had no supper but were asleep in no time.  During those three days on the train no one was able to wash.  There was no water except what we had in our jars. We wet a wash cloth that was passed around and then thrown away. 

On the next morning we went down to the restaurant, but as we had not been issued ration cards, we could only get hot chocolate.  Later, we went to the police station for ration cards and to find out where we would be interned, to wait until we would be free to go to Switzerland.  We were sent to Laudeck in the Tyrol.  The hotel we stayed at was nice and clean.  Every day we had to report to the police.  We could walk around, as long as we did not go more than a mile from the town limits.  The food allowed on our ration cards was a bit skimpy for growing boys. A Greek lady, who also was interned at the same hotel, often saved her bread for the boys.  On April 27th Alfred had his seventh birthday.  Our hotel manager had the cook make a very nice cake, and we had a party. 

After three weeks there, we were allowed to leave for Switzerland.  It seemed so wonderful to be in a free country.  We stayed in Bern,the capital.  Mrs. Caldwell went to Zurich.  At Bern I stayed at a hotel, and having five restless boys it was a constant worry lest they were being too noisy.  Ralph had a high fever and I was so worried.  We heard that a party of missionaries from Turkey was staying at another hotel.  Dr. Ward from our mission was there, so I sent Arthur to ask him to come and see Ralph. He said he had malaria, and gave me quinine to give him.  Ralph got well soon after. 

We found a nice home-like inn, high up in a mountain village, called Gertzenzee.  It provided an ideal life for the boys, and it made my life easier, waiting for Caleb to join us. 

The American Consulate in Smyrna closed as soon as we joined forces with the Allies, and Caleb, who was working at the Consulate should have left with the Consul General and his staff. For some reason he did not, and had to go through the tedious performance in Constantinople of getting a permit to leave Turkey.  The day he went to the passport office to get his permit to leave for America, there were two American men who, also, wanted permits to leave.  They were employed by a tobacco company and were suspected of having protected some Armenians that were wanted by the Government.  Their passports were taken away from them and my husband being with them, had his passport taken away too. Two months passed before he was able to prove his innocence and get his passport back and a permit to leave.  It was July and I had not heard from Caleb.  I prayed and hoped. 

After spending all of one night in prayer, I heard a knock  on my door, very early in the morning.  A messenger handed me a telegram.  It read, "Arriving in Bern today at 8 A.M."  It was now five o'clock and the bus left at 6:30 A.M.  It was quite a rush getting ready.  I left the children in the care of a baby sitter.  I walked into the depot in Bern just after the train arrived.  What a loan of responsibility was lifted off my shoulders!  Shortly after that we were able to leave for the United States, going through France, to the Port of Cherbourg. 

Switzerland is a lovely place to live in.  At the hotel in Gertzenzee, they often fixed sandwiches and picnic lunches and we would spend the day in the woods.  I got the boys a low four-wheeled cart and Arthur used to go down the hill in a narrow path, like a whirlwind, and scare me to death.  But fortunately, we were spared any broken bones or cuts.  When Caleb came we really went mountain climbing a couple of times. 

The German subs were attacking all ships, so our departure from Cherbourg was kept secret.  We were not allowed any lights on board, so had to have meals by daylight.  There were life boats assigned to each person and every day we drilled, so we would know which life boat to go to if we were torpedoed.  We got to New York without a mishap and our dear friends, the Harlows, met us and invited us to stay with them in Brighton, Mass., until we found a house.  We found a furnished house in Melrose at 19 Parker Street and we lived there for a year and a half.

MELROSE 1917-1919

Mr. Lord, the owner of the house we rented, was a widower.  He had a sad life.  They had a son who was in an insane asylum, and it broke his wife's heart when he died. She did not live long after that. His daughter married, but on her honeymoon she and her husband had an accident and their car was smashed on a railroad crossing by a train, and she had a bad injury for life. 

The house was nicely furnished and had a coal furnace.  We paid $35.00 a month rent.  There was a good garden in back, with several fruit trees--lovely pears that were just ripe when we arrived.  There was also a chicken coop that had not been used for some time.  Arthur and Eddie cleaned it and whitewashed the walls and used it as a clubhouse.  One of their school friends had polio and could not walk, so the boys helped push his wheel chair to school; he was a club member.  Opposite us lived the Clisbys.  He was a fireman and they had a little girl Ralph's age.  They played together so nicely.  We were very happy there. 

But the First World War was still on and in November 1917, Caleb was asked to head the Foyer-des-Soldats (French Y.M.C.A. in France).  He spoke French, so he went to France in December.  He had registered for classes at Harvard, hoping to get his Ph.D.  He was in the thick of things, often under fire and in grave danger.  Once he and his French assistant had just crossed a bridge, when it was blown to pieces. Another time, when the Big Berthas were rather bad, they decided not to sleep in the Y headquarters.  In the morning they found the place had been bombed and nothing left of it.  But Caleb's quiet manner and sure confidence brought him through unscathed and made him a tower of strength to others. 

One evening my phone rang and the operator said, "I have a cablegram from the War Office." Oh! was I scared!  I could not listen properly, as she read the cable. However, I realized it was not bad news. So asked to have it mailed to me. This is what it said, "Caleb Lawrence, acted with great bravery during the recent bombardment.  Frenchmen warm in their praise of his conduct." 

My sister Louisa had gone to North Dakota before the war started and was living with our oldest sister, Maggie Simpson, on a farm.  She did not like it there, and Caleb and I thought of asking her to come and live with me, while Caleb was in France. 

In 1901 Aunt Maggie took Aunt Ethel to South Africa to marry Harry Pengelley, whose wife had died, leaving a baby girl, Kathleen.  Harry lived in Kimberley with my brother Alfred and they both worked in the De Beers diamond mines.  Their landlord was a man named William Simpson, who was a carpenter, working in the same mine.  After Harry and Ethel were married, Maggie and William Simpson fell in love and were married. 

Simpson was a Scotsman, but a nationalized American.  He had a brother in North Dakota; he had lived there and had a claim of land but had not farmed it.  William returned to North Dakota with Maggie and two babies, I think in 1911 or 1912. Louisa went there to help Maggie in 1913.  My Mother had fitted Louisa out with a lot of lovely clothes.  When she arrived in Ray, North Dakota, no one met her.  She got a taxi and drove to the farm, about ten miles out of Ray.  Maggie was living in a small shack, as their house was still being built.  There was no bathroom, only an outside privy.  They had been burning the grass around, and the children were black from playing in it.  Louisa had a pretty dress on, hat and gloves.  She felt so out of place and would have turned around and gone back, if that were possible.  But being Louisa Lewis, she faced the music and soon changed into a house dress, and helped in every way she could. 

Meanwhile, in 1910, Alfred got a good job as an engineer of a copper mine at Broken Hill, North Rhodesia. My sister Mary, who had gone to Broken Hill as a nurse, had married Edwin Taylor, and had lived there for many years.  Alfred sent for Nancy Averil to come, and they were married.  Mary had a big wedding for them.  Reggie was born at Broken Hill.  But life there was too primitive for Nancy, so Alfred went to North Dakota, to do farming with William Simpson and Nancy followed after Johnny was born in England. 

In January, 1918, Louisa came to Melrose, Massachusetts and lived with me.  Caleb got home the 31st of December, 1918, and we had to make plans to return to the College in Turkey.  During the summer of 1918, I had been trying to get Alfred and Nancy to come to Melrose, as they did not like North Dakota.  There was plenty of work and I was sure that Alfred could get a good job.  He did not come until after Armistice Day, as he wanted to help William Simpson finish harvesting.  When he came, the factories were closed down.  He did not get a job for over a month, and they and Louisa were living with us at 19 Parker Street.  The job he got he kept until he died, working for the American Express Company at South Station, Boston.  Louise, also, got work and lived with Alfred and Nancy. 

We returned to Smyrna in March, 1919, with a large group of Near East Relief workers, traveling on the troop ship Leviathan, from New York to Brest, France.  Then we traveled on a hospital train across France to Marseilles. A British hospital ship, the Glouster Castle, took us to Constantinople.  How differently the Turks received us!  Now that the war was over, they were glad for our help. 

The College had hardly any students the last year of the war.  During the summer of 1918, the College became host to over two thousand disabled British military prisoners of war.   

We were back in March, 1919. The children all got measles. Henry had a temperature of 106 and got convulsions.  Dr. Lorando said he had malaria, with measles, and gave him a shot of quinine and put him in a bath of tepid water.  The convulsions stopped but he did not gain consciousness for eight hours. 

That summer my sister Ruth came to visit us with her husband, John Longstaff, and baby Heather (Williamson now).  Anna and King Berge came to teach at the College that year.  Dear Neneka was at my house one day in September.  I introduced Anna and King to her.  She said to Anna, "You are his wife?  I thought he was your son."  King was very boyish looking, and Anna was expecting her first baby. Neneka was very outspoken.  Neneka died in October that year, 1919.  She was 87.  She was married at sixteen and had sixteen children.  Four died of diphtheria.  Those that died were boys.  Three boys lived.  My Mother was the oldest of nine girls. 

My sister Dorothy went to the Malay States in 1915, to be with my brother Jack.  There she married Jim Latimer, the manager and chief engineer of a tin mine.  Dorothy had twins--Peggy (Adams now) and Neil.  She got cancer in her right lung, and in October, 1920, Jack brought her to Smyrna with the twins who were then two years old.  Jim's leave was not due for six months, so he could not come with Dorothy.  She was with us, at the clinic, until May 9th, 1921.  Dear Mother gook such good care of her.  I took care of the twins, who were so very good.  Jim was here with us when she died, a broken and sad man. She was buried near Neneka, in the lovely Boudja Church graveyard.  Dorothy's best friend was Sister Coats, a nurse who had been in charge of the B. S. Hospital at one time.  She offered to be a Mother to the twins.  My sister Ethel was free at that time to care for the twins on the journey.  They were just three years old.  So she went with Jim to England.  Mrs. coats took them to live with her in her lovely English home.


Jack was born February 6th, 1921, at our home in Paradise at 6 A.M.; Ethel was with me.  Alfred went to Granny's to give her the news.  He said, "Mother had her 6th boy, at 6 o'clock, the 6th of the month."  Al was not yet 11. 

My sister Dorothy's death on the 9th of May, 1921, was the first shock to the Lewis family.  She had always been my favorite sister and to this day tears come to my eyes when I talk of her.  She had nursed me in 1914, when I had T.B.  I always prayed that if I ever had a daughter of my own she would be like her.  Right after she left us, I became pregnant, when Jack was only three months old.  When he was six months old he got dysentery and almost died.  Dear Marion Harlow, whose baby, Betty, was Jack's age, came over several times and nursed him from her breasts for me.  After that he began to pick up. 

During the summer of 1920, the Y.M.C.A. in Smyrna ran a summer camp for Greek and Armenian orphan boys whose parents had been massacred.  Arthur was asked to be a junior counselor.  He was a little over 15 years old, so it was quite an experience for him.  When they got back from camp, Arthur wanted to build a cabin in the garden.  He had watched how the natives made mud bricks and dried them in the sun, so he did the same.  All the campus American boys came over to help make bricks.  It was a nice little cabin, when he and Edward finished it.  They even made a chimney and fireplace.  But, Arthur was very anxious to go to America to preparatory school. 

Mr. Rankin, who ran the Y in Smyrna, had a son Carl (Carl Rankin was later our ambassador to Formosa and is now retired, living in Maine), who had been to Mercersburg Academy, and he arranged for Arthur go to there.  In July, 1921, Arthur left on a freighter. He worked as a seaman for his passage since we could not afford to pay his way.  So Arthur left home!  He finally got to Mercersburg, having had many trying experiences.  He was 16 years old (Arthur should write about his experiences on the ship and after he arrived in New York). 

Dorothy's birth on February 18, 1922, was a very thrilling affair.  There was no doctor or nurse.  Caleb had to help me.  All went well, and Aunt Grace came in the morning.  The College had a holiday to celebrate the occasion.  I had letters from all over the world congratulating me on my good fortune, and if you know Dorothy you will realize I have every reason to be proud of her.  She is married to Dr. Ernest J. Smith and they have eight boys of their own. (Since a 9th, and finally a daughter, Kimberley.) 

Well, to get back to 1922--it was a very important year for Turkey.  Mustapha Kemal Pasha did away with the Sultan and he made many reforms. The one that did a lot to promote literacy was changing the Turkish alphabet to our own.  He also did away with the fez and women could go about with their faces uncovered.  The Greeks had been allowed to occupy Asia Minor in May, 1919, after the great First World War, which they did.  Lloyd George, the British Prime Minister at that time, was to blame for that, and for no end of death and suffering.  Kemal Pasha formed an army and ordered the Greek army and all Greeks and Armenians out of Turkey.  In September, 1922, he marched into Smyrna, a great victor. 

Those first two weeks of September before his arrival were a nightmare.  As the Greek army retreated, they burned the towns left behind.  The Greeks and Armenians tried to leave for Greece in boats from Smyrna harbor.  They came to Smyrna on the trains by the thousands and the problem of relief for those poor people fell on the Americans, British and French in Smyrna. 

The American destroyer, Litchfield, which was in Smyrna Harbor, sent twenty sailors with Sargent Crocker in charge, to protect the College people.  One sailor was stationed on top of the clock tower and the American flag was hoisted.  From up there he could see when the "Chetters" (Turkish army irregulars) might try to get into the College campus, and a pre-arranged signal of three shots, would mean we must leave our homes and run into the main building for protection. 

A few weeks before these troubles began, the College Y.M.C.A. had arranged a camp at Sokia. Edward and some other American, Greek and Armenian boys had gone there.  They were playing baseball and they had large flat stones for bases. Edward ran into a base and his foot went under the stone and the next minute another boy ran and landed on the base. Eddie's ankle was broken, so he was brought to Smyrna, and to the Clinic where Dr. Chassaud set it and put it in a cast. 

That past March, all the children had whooping cough; Dorothy almost died.  She was two months old.  She got black in the face and I would put my hand in her mouth and pull her tongue out to stop her from choking.  That certainly was an awful spring.  I had to have an operation on an abscess on my breast and had to give up nursing her.  She was so thin and small.  She was seven months old now. 

In September, Edward's cast had been removed and he walked with a crutch.  When the sailor on the tower gave us the signal to get into the main building, Ed would pick up Jack (one and a half years old), and I took the baby, and we all ran.  Our house was just outside the campus gate.  One time shots were being fired all around us.  Jack was old enough to get really frightened and a year later in Melrose, Massachusetts, he heard a car backfiring and he ran to me crying, "The Turks are coming!" 

On Sunday, September 10th, an army of Greek soldiers were crossing the plain near Sevdik.  The guns on top of Mount Pagus fired on them.  The College was between the army and Mount Pagus. Some shell fragments fell on the campus, one only a few feet from where Edward was standing.  Only God's goodness preserved him.  Caleb had to spend all his time doing relief work in Smyrna. 

On Monday, the 11th, Dr. MacLachlan took Sargent Crocker and six of the sailors in the car over to the Settlement House at Prophet Elia (about three quarters of a mile away). The Chetters were looting the Settlement House.  It was a foolish thing to do.  Sargent Crocker was sent to protect the College.  The Chetters would have killed Dr. Mac and the Sargent, if it had not been for a Turkish Cavalry officer, who heard shooting and came to investigate. (Divine intervention.)  Dr. MacLachlan gives the whole story in his book of Memoirs, page 16. 

On Wednesday, the 13th of September, Mrs. Caldwell, Mrs. Reed, Mrs. Birge and ourselves were ordered to leave for Greece with our families.  Dr. Lorando and his wife and children also came.  Miss Craig, the American girl who taught the American children and lived with me, also came.  We went in a car, driven by a sailor and with an American flag covering the hood.  The road was strewn with dead bodies, and Smyrna houses had all the shutters closed and doors locked.  But looting was going on.  We waited in the American theater until we were taken aboard the destroyer Litchfield and landed at Piraeus the next morning.  Arthur Godfrey, of radio and TV fame, was a member of the Litchfield's crew. 

Dr. Lorando had his wife and their two little children.  The younger one died that night.  I had a large room on the ground floor in a hotel in Athens and all the children slept in the same room with me.  I got a spirit-lamp stove and prepared breakfast and supper for the children. We were there about a month before we got passage on a ship to New York.

Elections were going on in Greece and there was much tension.  I had left a knife, that I used to cut bread with, on the window sill. Jack, still a baby, had a craze to throw things out of windows.  Below our window there was a cafe with tables and chairs, where men sat discussing politics and drinking coffee.  Jack threw the knife out of the window and it landed on a table, where some men were sitting. That started a riot as they thought it was done intentionally.  Another time Henry got into an argument with some Greek boys and almost started a fight. Jack would yell at the top of his lungs, if I went anywhere without him.  It was a very trying time. 

When we got to New York, the dear Harlows met us all.  The Birges and some of the teachers from the Girl's School in Smyrna were on board and some Greek girls that Mrs. Birge helped on their passage.  Through the Harlows' influence with the Emigration Office, we had the offer of an apartment over Mrs. Scovell's garage in Watertown, Connecticut.  She had a large estate called "Rest-A-While".  We stayed at a hotel in New York City.  Caleb's sister, Annie, came to see us.  We had to get clothes.  Mrs. Kennedy sent me a cheque and I went to Wannamakers, which was near the hotel (Hotel Bristol on 8th St. between Broadway and Fifth Avenue), and bought clothes for the boys.  Our room was on the seventh floor and the first thing Jack did was to throw the waste basket out.  Fortunately, it fell into a yard in back of the hotel. 

We were also met at the boat by our Arthur.  He got a few days leave from Mercersburg to come and meet us.  (Actually I took French leave; left with no permission.)  He had a room near us at the hotel. We planned to leave for Watertown on a 3 o'clock train.  Caleb's brother, John, came to take us to the train, but I was not quite ready and we missed it.  The one we took got to Waterbury about 10 P.M.  We got a taxi to take us to "Rest-A-While" in Watertown.  The caretaker was in bed asleep in his house a little way off.  The driver seemed to know him and went and got him up.  He came and let us in and that was the beginning of our life in Watertown. 

The Scovills (Scovill Brass), mother and daughter were in California, where they spent their winters. It was a nice apartment, heated and nicely furnished.  Mrs. Scovill had the caretaker buy a cow and supply us with all the milk we could use. The Congregational Church people had stocked the shelves with jellies, jams, pickles and many homemade things. Also, from Mercersburg, came a delicious ham and candies, nuts, etc. at Thanksgiving.  It was November when we got there. 

Louise Simon, a 15-year old Greek girl, was one of three sisters whom Anna Birge helped to come to America.  All three were students at the American Girl's School that was burning as we left Smyrna on the Litchfield, September 13th, 1922.  Who started that fire no one really knows.  Half of Smyrna burned.  Mrs. Birge asked me to take Louise to live with me so she could help me and also go to high school.  It was a great blessing to me and gave me a bit more freedom.  God was always so good to me.  Mrs. Kennedy sent me a check almost every month.  I was able to put money in the bank and with my brother Alfred's help, I bought a house on Elliot Street in Melrose, Mass., on the installment plan. We did not move there until June, after school closed. 

In Watertown we made many friends.  On Sunday I went to church with the four boys, Edward, Alfred, Henry and Ralph; I would hurry home so as to let Louise to go Sunday School.  The boys remained for Sunday School, also.  Dorothy's first birthday was on Sunday, the 18th of February. 

As I came out of Church that day, Louise was already there.  She said Jack was asleep and Dorothy in a large cloth basket, that she stood up in, holding the sides.  By jumping up and down she moved the basket around the room.  A curved steep stairway, led down to the garage and out. We had a gate at the top of the stairs. When I left Louise I hurried home as fast as I could.  On opening the door there were my two babies crying.  Jack was holding Dot's rattle to her to stop her crying.  Jack must have wakened up just after Louise left and opened the gate and gone down to find someone, and Dot guided her basket to the edge of the stairs and it slid down.  I was so afraid Dot might have injured herself in the fall, and I felt her all over.  Poor Louise god a good scolding when she came home. 

That winter was a cold one, with one snow storm on top of another.  Wherever I went I took the babies along in a sled.  We moved to Elliot Street in Melrose the end of June. Louise's two sisters had been given scholarships at Wheaton College in Norton and now there were working as Mother's helpers in Watertown.  They found a home for Louise to work in, also.  I did not feel I could pay her so was glad to put her in a good home. 

Somehow things always turned up to make life for me as pleasant and comfortable as possible.  We had absolutely no furniture, but the day after we got to Melrose, there was an auction in a big house there.  Nancy Lewis and I went to it and I bought beds, bureaus, a dining table, chairs and practically everything I needed to furnish my house.  Also, I had been corresponding with Mrs. Jacob (the Jacobs had been in YMCA work in Smyrna) about getting Grarnitikee, her Smyrna servant, to come and be my servant. She arrived in July, so I had a good helper.  She went to night school and learned English and a year later she married a Greek from Somerville, Massachusetts.  I was taking a correspondence course in tailoring.  We loved Melrose and we were active in Church work.  Caleb had his furlough in 1924, so we were together again. Nancy and Alfred Lewis bought a house on Dell Avenue.  Ethel and Doreen had gone to Melrose from England.  Ethel was usually out on a case (she was a nurse).  Doreen had lived with Nancy but now came to live with me.  My sister, Louisa (Thunderguts, as Ralph called her) was living with a family as a housekeeper, but came to me also between jobs. Mrs. Kennedy continued to send me a cheque of $100.00 a month, so we were comfortably off.  Arthur had graduated from Mercersburg in June, 1923, and Edward went there, as a senior, in September, 1924.  Arthur went to Brown University that year. 

In August 1925, we returned to Izmir, as it is now named.  We found many changes.  No Greeks around any more.  We were not even allowed to talk in Greek in public.  We got a Creetan woman to work by the day as our servant.  She spoke Greek.  We sold the house on Elliot Street in Melrose.  Alfred was to go to Mercersburg in September.  Edward had graduated from Mercersburg in 1925 and was going to Brown, as well as Arthur.  I felt terrible leaving my boys and going so far away. 

Arthur and Elizabeth Ostby were married in June 1927, after he graduated from Brown.  Mr. Ostby gave them a wedding and a trip to Izmir to visit us. However, Arthur had a ruptured appendix and almost died in Florence, Italy.  Caleb went to Florence but the doctor did not operate then, as he got better.  Caleb came back and left Arthur and Lib in, Italy.  Another attack came on and I went this time.  He was in the best hospital.  The nurses were Irish nuns.  The doctors operated the day after I got there.  Everything went well and I was back home in two weeks and Arthur and Lib left on their way back to the States.  Arthur had a position to teach at the Country Day School in Providence. 

The next summer, after Edward graduated from Brown, we managed to pay the passage of Edward and Alfred to visit us.  A few weeks before they came, we had severe earthquakes and the house was badly cracked. We had to put our beds out on the veranda, as there were constant little quakes.  Eddie took post-graduate work in Chemistry at Brown that fall.  Alfred went to Brown, too, after graduating from Mercersburg in 1928.  Caleb was to retire in 1933. 

In 1932, our house was all paid for.  Ralph had gone to America in 1930.  He lived at the Walker Missionary Home in Auburndale, Mass., and went to high school in Newton.  He was always my most mischievous and naughty boy.  He was the ring leader, while at Paradise, and got all the American boys into trouble.  At the Missionary Home, it was the same old story.  We felt it urgent that we should take the rest of the children and go to the States.  Edward and Louise Calef were married on March 19th, 1932. 

The College bought our house and Caleb came with us, to get us settled--he would go back and finish in another year.  My daughter, Dorothy, had her 10th birthday.  She was a lovely, loveable little girl.  She, as well as Jack, had been having dancing lessons from a French girl in Boudja.  She had so much natural grace--she made quite a sensation and people used to tell me she should take lessons and become a professional ballet dancer. 

We left our home of twenty years on June 15th.  Arthur was seven, when we moved there in 1912 and Edward was five, Alfred was two and a half.  Henry was born there the month we moved in.  Twenty years of joys, sorrows and pain.  However, as I look back to those years, I can remember the joys, loving friendships, picnics and parties better than the sadness, pain and sudden partings.  Pain is soon forgotten when there is joy and love in our hearts.  Caleb was a wonderful husband and there was always love and understanding in our home.

A little love, a little trust
A soft impulse, a sudden dream,
And life as dry as desert dust,
Is fresher than a mountain stream. 

We felt we had lived a good life in Turkey.  Caleb's students loved and respected him and they appreciated coming to his home. Life is a continual lesson, and I can thank God for the many lessons I learned in those twenty years at our Paradise home.  Each lesson or trouble is sent us to teach us something, and together they have a lesson which is beyond the power of any to teach alone.  We had no idea where our home would be in America.  Our two married sons were living in Providence, and Alfred was a senior at Brown University.  I had my brother, Alfred, in Melrose.  So we would live somewhere not, too far from either.  We had prayed for guidance. 

Alfred was rooming on Arnold Street in Providence with Bill Gerry.  The Gerrys let us rent their apartment furnished for a month.  We arrived in New York July 5, 1932.  Eddie, Louise, Alfred and Ralph met us there in Arthur's 1928 Ford roadster.  Caleb and I came by train, with two of the children, and the others came back to Providence by car.  Arthur, Lib and Nancy, who was two and a half, met us at the station, and drove us to Arnold Street.  Gail was six weeks old and Arthur and Lib lived on John Street, around the corner. Louise's father, Mr. Calef, was in the real estate business, as well as her brother, George.  The latter drove us around to look at several places in Rhode Island.  We had to have a place with land for Henry to work out of doors.  Dr. Chassaud advised us to have him work on a farm. 

After two weeks of driving around and not finding anything, we were getting a bit anxious.  Caleb had to get back to the College in Smyrna.  He had rented one of the small houses for teachers at the south end of the Campus and Louisa, who was visiting our Mother, stayed over a year, so as to keep house for him.  We had left furniture for them.  Next we went to Taunton, Mass., to a real estate agency.  The agent showed us a house in Norton.  The rooms were very small, and there was less than half an acre of land.  Caleb felt we should decide to take it, so as to get us settled before he left.  He paid down $100 to hold it, as there were others wanting it. 

Lib saw how disappointed I was.  It was not the house I had dreamed of and prayed for.  I was so sure God had a place ready for us.  Lib said to the agent, "Will we lose the $200, if we find a more suitable place?"  He said no.  The next day we went to Taunton to the same agent.  As soon as he saw us he said, "I have just the place you want." He took us to Leonard Street in East Norton.  My dreams had come true; my prayers answered.

The Robertsons wanted $3,000 cash for it.  It was during the Depression, and a bank where they had their savings had closed and the mortgage on that house had to be paid or they would lose it.  We had the $3,000 and some left over for furniture. But, wonder of wonders, the house was all furnished.  Seven bedrooms, three sitting rooms, dining room, kitchen and laundry--large pantry with icebox--no end of dishes, glasses, silver, etc.  Every window had clean, frilly curtains and there was a screened-in porch.  We paid $400 for the furniture, and think of the work it saved me!  I would have had to go to the city to hunt for furniture. 

There was a barn, too, and 18 acres of land besides a carriage house across the street, which we used as a garage.  This was the house for us, I felt sure.  We moved in the first of August.  It seemed too good to be true!  The house did not have a proper heating system, only a one-pipe furnace.  There was an electric water pressure pump and a small stove in the cellar for heating water.  The Robertsons lived in the house only during the summer.  There were fireplaces in almost every room.  The house had been built by a George Leonard in the early 1700's and is a real old Cape Code-style house and very well built. It was lit by electricity and had an electric stove and a phone.


We had to have a car, as the center of Norton was three miles away.  So now, Caleb bought a second-hand car and Alfred and Ralph got drivers' licenses.  Caleb now felt he could leave us and go back to International College for his last year there.  Alfred was a senior at Brown.  He drove to Providence every day.  Ralph went to the Country Day School in Providence, as a senior.  He drove in with Alfred.  I was taking lessons in driving,
though I did not get my license until September, 1933--at the age of 56.  I was an awful driver. 

Alfred graduated from Brown in June and wanted to do graduate work in languages and archeology at Princeton, but on account of the Depression there were no scholarships to be had.  He got a job at the Cranston Print Works, where Edward was head chemist, mixing starch. Imagine, a graduate of Brown University! But he was glad to earn $25.00 a week, which at that time was not bad ($13.50 before Hugh Johnson and NRA). Caleb and Aunt Louisa arrived in July.  Louisa would live with us from now on. 

Ralph entered Brown that fall.  We could not pay his tuition so he had to borrow from the Student Loan Fund.  It was a bitterly cold winter and his clothes were not warm enough.  Mr. Caleb let him have a room to sleep in, in an apartment house he owned, and Ralph did the janitor work in return.  It was not an easy experience.  So, in early spring, Ralph and an Armenian boy he met at Brown, left College and went to Sakonnet, a phase Ralph was going through.  Every week or so, they bummed their way home for a bath and clean clothes, a good feed and money, and off they went again, living like gypsies in a garage.  Finally, Ralph came to his senses and came home to stay.  He got work at the Talbot Wool Mill in Norton, and took a correspondence course in photography.  In time he got a job on the Providence Journal as a photographer. 

Alfred and Bobby Hough were married in November, 1935.  Bobby's aunt wanted to give her a big wedding, but Alfred got undulant fever and was very sick and in the Rhode Island Hospital.  They were married by a justice of the peace.  Their daughter, Gay, was born in January, 1938.  Alfred worked at Webster, Mass., and they lived at Oxford, Mass. 

We called our home "Paradise Farm".  We had two cows.  Henry loved farming, but was not able to milk the cows, so Jack was the milkman.  I sold milk, cream, and sometimes butter. We had chickens and sold eggs; also, had a large vegetable garden and sold what we could not use.  Louisa was a wonderful help and we canned a lot of things for winter.  It was a busy, happy life.  Ralph was doing well as a photographer.  His pictures of the farm are lovely.  Jack went to high school in Norton, as Dot did also, for two years.  We got her in the Northfield School for Girls in 1938, and she was graduated in 1940.  She then went to train as a nurse at the Rhode Island Hospital, a three-year course. 

Every summer we picked blueberries and sold some.  We had to sell all we could, as our pension was hardly enough for us.  In September, 1938, we had the terrible hurricane. Rhode Island was hit the worst. Several hundred people were killed or drowned.  Our garage across the road came down but the car was out.  Ralph had his own car then and was out at the time.


In April, 1939, Jack went to Washington with the high school graduating class.  As he was the milkman, I had to learn how to milk the cows at 62. On April the 25th, Caleb's birthday, as I was milking the cows and straining to get it done before the cow kicked the milk pail over, I felt something burst over my right eye and my eyesight got dim.  But I managed to finish and took the milk in and strained it.  Later I went and got the brooder ready for 200 baby checks I had ordered.  I got awfully nauseated and lay down.  Dr. Clark came. 

What happened in the next few weeks is a very sad story.  We had been so happy up to now.  Caleb had high blood pressure, off and on, but rested a lot and was writing his life, as a boy in Maine.  My getting sick upset him a lot.  A specialist came out to see me and wanted me to go to the Rhode Island Hospital.  Caleb looked awfully pale when I drove off with Ralph on May first.  I did not know I would never speak to him alive again.  Ralph took him to see a specialist the day after I went to the hospital.  He told him he must go to bed and gave him medicine.  The day after that he had a stroke and was paralyzed.  We had a nurse, as Louisa had all she could do getting meals for the boys.  I knew nothing of all this.  I was having tests and x-rays at the Rhode Island Hospital. 

Three weeks later, May 21st, I was taken home.  Eddie was with me and he told me ever so gently that "Father is very ill and he wont' know you, I'm afraid."  They had told me, whenever I asked about him, that he was not well, so I was anxious to get home and look after him.  It was an awful shock, but I was not well myself and my feelings felt numb. He died in the early morning of May 22nd.  We had a private funeral at the house.  Don Savage, our former pastor, who was then at a Church in Andover, Mass., came to conduct the service with Mr. Carlton.  He is buried in the peaceful cemetery on Plain Street in Norton, Mass., where I hope to be put to rest soon. 

In the years that followed, so much happened it would take a year to write everything.  Jack graduated from high school and went to work for Mr. Braheney, who was supplying cement for the building of Camp Edwards at the Cape. We were five now living on the farm. The pension from the Near East College Association was only $75.00 a month, but Ralph and Jack helped.  War had started in Europe.  Hitler wanted all Europe. 

In the summer of 1940, Gertrude Groke, a dear friend who had been a teacher at the American Girls School in Smyrna in 1921-22, took me to Canada in her car.  She was now a teacher in Boston.  Every summer she came to the farm for a few weeks.  She seemed to find it very relaxing and restful.  Earlier, in May, Ralph had his vacation.  He bought a beach wagon and went to California in it.  He took canned food and a gasoline cook stove, a bed roll, a record player, records, colored film and his camera and enough clothes for three weeks.  It was a thrilling experience for him and for us all.  When he came home he had slides made and got a projector and gave interesting talks on his trip.  How proud Aunt Lou and I were of him.  He and Eliza Braheney were engaged that Xmas, 1940, and married April 19th, 1941. Then December 7th, 1941, the Japs attacked Pearl Harbor and we were in the Second World War.


I must tell you about Ralph's and Elza's wedding, April 27, 1941.  Dear Aunt Louisa was so excited about it.  She was then working as Miss Perry's companion and kept house for her. We concocted a hilarious pair of wedding pajamas for him, the jacket being orange with black trimmings.  As usual, poor Lou, got her regular sick headache that day.  The service was in the priest's parsonage, as Ralph was not a Catholic.  Mr. Braheney gave a lovely reception at "The Interlude House", on Mansfield Avenue, in Norton.  Adrian Yelle had just opened the place and everything was nice and new.  Miss Perry was there and was very jolly.  Arthur came all the way from New York with Nancy and Gail.  My granddaughters made quite a sensation, as they curtsied to the bride.  The married couple went to New York City for a short honeymoon.  When they returned they lived in a Renold's Apartment in Norton for about a year.  Ruthie was born February 28, 1942.  Now only Jack and Henry lived on Leonard Street with me.  Jack was working at the Talbot Woolen Mill and later worked for Mr. Charles Baker, at the Foundry on Route 123.


Pearl Harbor was bombed by the Japs December 7th, 1941, and we were in the Second World War.  Jack and Charlie Baker, who was the oldest son of the Bakers, wanted to get into the Air Force as pilots.  They joined up and left for Corsicana, Texas, August 19th, 1942. A tragedy was averted the night before Jack left. 

The boys' friends had goodbye parties for them, and when Jack got home he was a bit the worse for drinks.  His bedroom was next to Henry's in the old part of the farm house and quite shut off from the front of the house where I slept.  I heard him come in about midnight and go up to his room and shut the door that was at the bottom of the stairs.  I woke up an hour or so later, having an urge to get up and go and see if everything was all right.  I opened the door going up to the boys' rooms and smoke came pouring down.  I ran up and found Jack fast asleep with a cigarette stub in his hand.  The burning end had dropped on the bed and it would have blazed up in a minute.  There was a pitcher of water in the hall, and I used it to put the fire out.  He and Henry probably would have been burned to death, if I had not listened to God's voice telling me to get up and go and see if everything was all right. 

Jack used to write very interesting letters, which Mr. Calef, Louise's father, had his secretary type for me.  Jack's eyesight was not keen enough, so he had to give up flying.  But, he continued in the Air Force. 

Dot went to the Rhode Island Hospital in 1940, to train as a nurse.  She had been at the Northfield Seminary for two previous years.  On May 19th, 1943, she graduated as a nurse. She had been dating Ernie Smith then. They were engaged at Thanksgiving, that year.  Dot continued working as a nursing supervisor at the Rhode Island Hospital during this time. She joined up as an Army Air Force Nurse and went to England with a Hospital Unit that was stationed in Yorkshire; not far from the Sheffield Royal Infirmary where I had trained as a nurse forty years earlier.  Before she left, she and Dr. Ernest Smith were married on the 9th of March, 1944. The Reverend Alexander Cooper married them in our house on Leonard Street. 

What anxious times those war years were.  Ernie was a Navy doctor and was in the Pacific.  They had no honeymoon and no wedding presents.  Often weeks would pass without a letter from her.  Let us hope we never have another one. 

The next year, March 10th, 1945, Peter was born to Bobby and Alfred and that day, Edward, who was vacationing with Louise at Virginia Hot Springs, got a stroke and his right side was paralyzed.  Louise called Alfred, who was living in Winchester, Mass.  Peter was a premature baby and in an incubator and Bobby could hardly spare Alfred, but he flew to Virginia and consulted with the doctor and comforted Louise.  Alfred called me at the Farm and told me about the birth of Peter and Edward's calamity. It seems the only times I ever hear from Alfred is when things like the foregoing happen.  After a few weeks Edward was flown home.  He did not work for a year, and since he was paralyzed on his right side, he had to learn to use his left hand and to walk again.  He is still handicapped, but works harder than most men. 

Henry and I were now at the Farm alone.  We sold the cows, before Jack left.  Teddy, who was part German Shepard was a very nice dog, but died of old age.  Louise was still at Miss Mabel Perry's.  She had her day off on Wednesday as a rule, and I went and brought her to the Farm.  She had a way of seeing the funny side of things, like ringing a bell every morning when it was time for Mabel to get up.  And the time when a salesman came, selling vacuum cleaners, and she said she had one, a Universalist, meaning Universal.  Just then Mabel came, she said "Universalist or Congregationalist, I don't want a vacuum cleaner." 

Dot's Jeffrey was born March 20th, 1951, and a week later Renie drove Louise, Henry and me to Dot's in Oakland to see the new baby.  Henry was very unsteady and when he got to the top step of the back porch at Dot's house on Lapham Corner, he fell backwards and hit his head and broke his knee cap.  We got the ambulance and took him to the Rhode Island Hospital.  He died nine months later, December 19th.  It was the hardest nine months in my life and poor Henry's. I had him home only a few days before he died. 

The 7th of May, 1952, a Wednesday, I went to take Louisa shopping in Attleboro.  I found she was having one of her sick headaches again. It was Dr. McCaffrey's day off so as I had no doctor, I stayed with her into the evening and got Mabel's supper ready. The next morning Louisa got up at 6:30, as usual, to get Mabel's breakfast and sandwiches for her lunch. She rang the bell at 7 for Mabel but by 7:30 dear Lou was gone.  Mabel called me and the doctor.  Louisa had collapsed in the bathroom.  How could one bear such heartbreak if it wasn't for help from above. 

Ethel and Doreen were now living on Freeman Street in Norton, where they had built a small house. Ethel had not been well for some time. She died quite suddenly also, February 20th, 1953.  In fourteen months I had three deaths.


So now I was the only one left in Norton and had the big 14-room house and 18 acres of land!  It had been such a happy home.  I was sad, but because of changing times my common sense dictated that the up-keep was too much and the house far too big for one person living alone.  To leave a home, even to contemplate leaving it, is a special sort of agony.  Here you have experienced delight, sorrow and anxiety, until it has become a part of the walls.  Ralph had made enlargements of pictures he had taken of the family, the farm, the cows, and Henry.  Such lovely pictures that we put up in a border all around the top of the big living room in 1945.  Now I have that happy memory to enjoy and be grateful for.  If I have to give up the home, I have that memory.  No one can take it from me, holding it forever in my heart, where it cannot be lost.  Wherever I go, whatever I may do, the love of my family and friends go with me, part of the abiding love of God. 

The Joshua Lorings bought my house, July 13th, 1956.  I moved to Mabel Perry's house and helped her settle her affairs so that she could go and live at the Newcomb Home in Norton.  She had heart trouble. 

I bought a plot of land on Taunton Avenue, 34 was the number, and on July 30th the ground was broken and my new house started.  Being almost 79 years old, people thought I was foolish to build.  I had the Reverend George Carpenter bless the ground when we broke it to start building.  D'Agastino built it and put in good materials.  I paid him $10,000.  The land cost $1,200.  After the grading and driveway were done, we had a row of pine trees from our farm taken up and planted.  The grading, tree planting, and a cedar fence I had put up on the filling station side cost another $800, so I had to borrow from the Norton Savings and Loan Bank. 

There were two bedrooms in my new home, with a bathroom in between and one large room, a combined living and kitchen-dining room with open shelves dividing.  It was a lovely home for one person or even two, if one were friends and could use the same living room. 

I moved into it November 7th, 1956, and lived there four years and ten months.  I was very happy there, but as I got older I craved to be nearer my children.  Weeks and months would go by without seeing or hearing from them, unless I called them up. The one who came to see me most was Ralph.  If he could not come, he called me to see how I was.  I had many friends who were so good to me, and having a guest room, I was able to have friends stay with me.  My living room was large enough so that the Ratcliffe Guild could meet there.  A group of us older ladies, all over 77 and two over 87, formed a club called the "Evthornenda Club" and met every two weeks.  We sewed for the Red Cross and hemmed some draw sheets for the district nurse.  We also made baby clothes and receiving blankets. They loved coming to my house, and we had tea and cake.  We used to play cards or scrabble, also. 

The Johnsons, across the street from me, took me to Church on Sundays, as I gave up driving when I was 82. In the spring of 1957, I fell off the steps and broke my arm.  Good Ralph and Elza took me to live with them till I could begin to use my arm again. Mrs. Nason stayed with me for three weeks. 

My garden was a great past-time and joy.  I was very happy there.  My dear sons helped me, as my pension was not enough to pay taxes, water bills, and so many other expenses.  I felt very selfish and wondered if I had done the right thing.  There was a slump in business and it was hard for the boys to have to help support me.  Dot had moved into a very big house in Oakland, R.I., in 1958.  It had been the home of the manager of the big woolen mill there, and as the mill had closed, it was for sale.  There were servants' quarters in part of the house, so Dot and Ernie made an apartment for me to live there with them.  It was a wonderful arrangement.  I was getting too old to have the responsibility and worry of a house. So I sold my house and now live with Dot.  I am able to help her in many ways still.  Her 8th boy was born in December, 1960.  This is 1962 and she expects her 9th child September first.