Letter to Alma from Gazella Hicks: 1/10/1936
A letter to Alma in South Hadley, Massachusetts, from Gazella Hicks in Ionia, Michigan. Gazella's husband, John, is a son of Aunt Mary Provines Hicks, who was an older sister of Mama Margaret.
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I like Gazella. She comes across as dithering, but there’s knowledge and intelligence in there. And it's fun to see somebody else working on family history. Not my own family history, but still fun.
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R2 Ionia, Mich.
Jan 10th, 1936
Dear Cousin Alma,
In a recent letter, Martha Taggart said you might go to India again, and I began thinking about you every day until I decided to begin a letter, and perhaps I may continue writing until I finish it. I wrote to you in 1929 but perhaps my message never reached you. If this letter does reach you, and you are busy, just lay it aside until you have time for a visit on paper.
I do not see how anyone can travel or live in a country like India without being in considerable danger. If I were going there where there are more than fifty million “untouchables”, I’d be tempted to wear a string of beads, and every bead would be a nice round sponge, and every sponge would be moist with strong disinfectant. Usually, I do not wear jewelry, but a whiff of my necklace would make people get out of my way and I would be unconcerned about their surprised faces and sniffing palpitating noses. A necklace would be more comfortable to wear than a gas mask.
I suppose it would take some kind of a botanical suggestion to make you feel like listening and perhaps you are the one that invented the latest press boards with bolts and nuts, and after pressing, the method of gumming the leaves or flowers to stout cards and coating them with transparent varnish.
Have you found out how to select the quietest place in a noisy city? You find a row of treetops covered with thick foliage and let them protect your room. The treetops play tennis with the traffic noise that bounds up against them and they prevent a good deal of the noise from rushing past them.
I wish I had something to trade you for a few bits of information I’d like to get, if you ever find out or meet someone that knows. I’d like to find out more about my grandfather and I’d like to see a picture of him if his other relatives have any. His name was Wilson Flagg and I think he was born near Beverly Mass. When a young man, he came from Mass. up into New York and married my grandmother and lived with her till some little daughters were born and when my mother, Asenath Flagg, was three or four years old and her sister Harriett, probably about two years younger, he told grandmother he thought he would take a trip with some friends up to the Erie Canal, that must have been nearly finished. He did not return nor write, so grandmother knew some illness or accident had overtaken him or else he had deserted her and the babies.
Grandmother was a valuable person in a pioneer settlement. She was called a good nurse and doctor and usually took charge of the maternity cases around there. Some pioneers were coming west to Indiana and she was persuaded to join them. She must have been about eight years older than Grandfather Flagg, and when he married her she was a young widow. I think grandfather was downhearted and homesick and went back to his parents and relatives in Mass, and if he thought they wouldn’t approve of his marriage to a woman so much older, he may never have told them about his family up in Oswego County N.Y., and if after some time he came back to find his wife and children he found no trace of them. Mother used to dream about him and tell me how he looked in her dreams. If she had ever heard she didn’t remember the given names of his father and mother in Mass and that is one thing I’d like to know for they were my great-grandparents. They said grandfather Flagg was fond of pets and always wanted lots of them and I take after him in that respect.
Grandmother’s maiden name was Catharine Fingal, the eldest child of John Fingal and Dorcas Strobridge Fingal.
Mother thought her grandfather Fingal was quite a wonderful person. He was of the Fingal clan that had lived in ancient Caledonia and traced their ancestors back for hundreds of years. He was a schoolmaster in Germany for seven years before coming to America and a schoolmaster in America for seven years before the war. He knew a great many interesting things to tell his family about the past. It seems he had visited Fingal’s Cave on the Isle of Staffa but mother didn’t remember how it came to be called Fingal’s Cave. She must have been too young to remember the stories he told. There was one Fingal called The Prince of Morven. Why was he called a Prince? How did the cave get its name? Then there was the poet Ossian (son of the Prince) - I think when she mentioned Ossian I said: “Mother, do you suppose you remember that name rightly? It seems like a queer name for anyone to have. But she seemed to be quite sure. Her grandfather Fingal had a high shelf with keepsakes on it and among them were some poems supposed to have been written by Ossian. But they were all lost and destroyed years ago.
When the battles of 1812 were being fought one of them was not far from the Fingal house. Grandmother told me she was about fifteen years old then and she was alone with the younger children one day. Her father was with the soldiers at the camp. He helped with the cooking and preparing meals for the soldiers. Her mother was probably helping other women prepare things to send into camp. The sound of the battle, the booming guns, was so near and so loud the children were frightened, so she took them back in the woods to an immense hollow log and had them crawl into the log and she sat in the end and guarded them until nearly night when they thought their mother would be looking for them.
What a long chain of life a few links can make! My link is 63 years long mother’s was 94 years and 5 months, grandmother’s link was over 95 years and great grandfather Fingal’s about 101 years they said.
This letter isn’t turning out just right and as I intended it would. I was going to say I hated to have you go to India and wouldn’t want any of Aunt Margaret’s children to be in danger because I liked her and I wanted to say something for her: about her expressing my regard -
I saw her grace and kindness
But can never understand
How the tone of a voice that is silent
And the touch of a vanished hand
Can send a happy message,
Back from a distant year -
A vision scattering blessings
To drift from eternity here.
Laura hasn’t written to me for a long time. Her last letter came from 404 5th Street N.E. Canton Ohio. I wonder if this is still her correct address, Martha said she was not able to take care of her patients and I wish Fred could cure her. I wonder if she could be persuaded to try the Schuessler remedies. I have a book on Dr. W.H. Schuessler’s biochemistry. I hope Fred uses the cell salts for they do great work.
Before Ernest sailed from N.Y. (for the War) he sent home some Homeo books and remedies and I studied and added to my collection of remedies till I must have had about a hundred kinds.
This is a dreadful looking letter to send anyone, but the fact is I need new glasses. My eyes have been blurring so I could hardly see what I was writing part of the time. It isn’t worth writing over and I hope you'll forgive me for letting it go like this.
Leland and Fern have a fine little son - Bobby Hicks - six months old this month. They still live in Detroit. Ernest and family live in Memphis, Tenn, 1766 S. Parkway E. is their address, at present. If you ever go near where they live I hope you will call on them for they would be delighted to see you.
Ernest made the mistake one day of chatting carelessly with a reporter and what that reporter did made me fear it would prove a damage to Ernest.
We heard that when Ford was in Northern Michigan, he got into a trailer behind his car and covered himself with blankets and remained entirely hidden till he had passed through a small village where reporters were waiting to get an interview. He knows how they get things mixed up, and when he is so cautious, he would not approve of any carelessness among assistants, if he knew about it, but I think he leaves the auto business entirely to his Son.
If I enclose some clippings would you just as soon send them to Laura when you write to her? She will be sure to pray for Ernest, and I hope for all of us.
I wish I knew what her trouble is. If it’s over work or if the body material is not balanced correctly. Too much of one thing and not enough of another causes a great deal of suffering. If they have never read it, Fred and Laura ought to have “Method” by Newton N. Riddell. It is a book I value highly.
It’s queer how much tastes differ, I’ll bring this letter to an end by quoting part of a poem that I like very much also.
[That’s it. Looks as though something got lost. Maybe Alma separated the poem from the rest of the letter]
Jan 10th, 1936
Dear Cousin Alma,
In a recent letter, Martha Taggart said you might go to India again, and I began thinking about you every day until I decided to begin a letter, and perhaps I may continue writing until I finish it. I wrote to you in 1929 but perhaps my message never reached you. If this letter does reach you, and you are busy, just lay it aside until you have time for a visit on paper.
I do not see how anyone can travel or live in a country like India without being in considerable danger. If I were going there where there are more than fifty million “untouchables”, I’d be tempted to wear a string of beads, and every bead would be a nice round sponge, and every sponge would be moist with strong disinfectant. Usually, I do not wear jewelry, but a whiff of my necklace would make people get out of my way and I would be unconcerned about their surprised faces and sniffing palpitating noses. A necklace would be more comfortable to wear than a gas mask.
I suppose it would take some kind of a botanical suggestion to make you feel like listening and perhaps you are the one that invented the latest press boards with bolts and nuts, and after pressing, the method of gumming the leaves or flowers to stout cards and coating them with transparent varnish.
Have you found out how to select the quietest place in a noisy city? You find a row of treetops covered with thick foliage and let them protect your room. The treetops play tennis with the traffic noise that bounds up against them and they prevent a good deal of the noise from rushing past them.
I wish I had something to trade you for a few bits of information I’d like to get, if you ever find out or meet someone that knows. I’d like to find out more about my grandfather and I’d like to see a picture of him if his other relatives have any. His name was Wilson Flagg and I think he was born near Beverly Mass. When a young man, he came from Mass. up into New York and married my grandmother and lived with her till some little daughters were born and when my mother, Asenath Flagg, was three or four years old and her sister Harriett, probably about two years younger, he told grandmother he thought he would take a trip with some friends up to the Erie Canal, that must have been nearly finished. He did not return nor write, so grandmother knew some illness or accident had overtaken him or else he had deserted her and the babies.
Grandmother was a valuable person in a pioneer settlement. She was called a good nurse and doctor and usually took charge of the maternity cases around there. Some pioneers were coming west to Indiana and she was persuaded to join them. She must have been about eight years older than Grandfather Flagg, and when he married her she was a young widow. I think grandfather was downhearted and homesick and went back to his parents and relatives in Mass, and if he thought they wouldn’t approve of his marriage to a woman so much older, he may never have told them about his family up in Oswego County N.Y., and if after some time he came back to find his wife and children he found no trace of them. Mother used to dream about him and tell me how he looked in her dreams. If she had ever heard she didn’t remember the given names of his father and mother in Mass and that is one thing I’d like to know for they were my great-grandparents. They said grandfather Flagg was fond of pets and always wanted lots of them and I take after him in that respect.
Grandmother’s maiden name was Catharine Fingal, the eldest child of John Fingal and Dorcas Strobridge Fingal.
Mother thought her grandfather Fingal was quite a wonderful person. He was of the Fingal clan that had lived in ancient Caledonia and traced their ancestors back for hundreds of years. He was a schoolmaster in Germany for seven years before coming to America and a schoolmaster in America for seven years before the war. He knew a great many interesting things to tell his family about the past. It seems he had visited Fingal’s Cave on the Isle of Staffa but mother didn’t remember how it came to be called Fingal’s Cave. She must have been too young to remember the stories he told. There was one Fingal called The Prince of Morven. Why was he called a Prince? How did the cave get its name? Then there was the poet Ossian (son of the Prince) - I think when she mentioned Ossian I said: “Mother, do you suppose you remember that name rightly? It seems like a queer name for anyone to have. But she seemed to be quite sure. Her grandfather Fingal had a high shelf with keepsakes on it and among them were some poems supposed to have been written by Ossian. But they were all lost and destroyed years ago.
When the battles of 1812 were being fought one of them was not far from the Fingal house. Grandmother told me she was about fifteen years old then and she was alone with the younger children one day. Her father was with the soldiers at the camp. He helped with the cooking and preparing meals for the soldiers. Her mother was probably helping other women prepare things to send into camp. The sound of the battle, the booming guns, was so near and so loud the children were frightened, so she took them back in the woods to an immense hollow log and had them crawl into the log and she sat in the end and guarded them until nearly night when they thought their mother would be looking for them.
What a long chain of life a few links can make! My link is 63 years long mother’s was 94 years and 5 months, grandmother’s link was over 95 years and great grandfather Fingal’s about 101 years they said.
This letter isn’t turning out just right and as I intended it would. I was going to say I hated to have you go to India and wouldn’t want any of Aunt Margaret’s children to be in danger because I liked her and I wanted to say something for her: about her expressing my regard -
I saw her grace and kindness
But can never understand
How the tone of a voice that is silent
And the touch of a vanished hand
Can send a happy message,
Back from a distant year -
A vision scattering blessings
To drift from eternity here.
Laura hasn’t written to me for a long time. Her last letter came from 404 5th Street N.E. Canton Ohio. I wonder if this is still her correct address, Martha said she was not able to take care of her patients and I wish Fred could cure her. I wonder if she could be persuaded to try the Schuessler remedies. I have a book on Dr. W.H. Schuessler’s biochemistry. I hope Fred uses the cell salts for they do great work.
Before Ernest sailed from N.Y. (for the War) he sent home some Homeo books and remedies and I studied and added to my collection of remedies till I must have had about a hundred kinds.
This is a dreadful looking letter to send anyone, but the fact is I need new glasses. My eyes have been blurring so I could hardly see what I was writing part of the time. It isn’t worth writing over and I hope you'll forgive me for letting it go like this.
Leland and Fern have a fine little son - Bobby Hicks - six months old this month. They still live in Detroit. Ernest and family live in Memphis, Tenn, 1766 S. Parkway E. is their address, at present. If you ever go near where they live I hope you will call on them for they would be delighted to see you.
Ernest made the mistake one day of chatting carelessly with a reporter and what that reporter did made me fear it would prove a damage to Ernest.
We heard that when Ford was in Northern Michigan, he got into a trailer behind his car and covered himself with blankets and remained entirely hidden till he had passed through a small village where reporters were waiting to get an interview. He knows how they get things mixed up, and when he is so cautious, he would not approve of any carelessness among assistants, if he knew about it, but I think he leaves the auto business entirely to his Son.
If I enclose some clippings would you just as soon send them to Laura when you write to her? She will be sure to pray for Ernest, and I hope for all of us.
I wish I knew what her trouble is. If it’s over work or if the body material is not balanced correctly. Too much of one thing and not enough of another causes a great deal of suffering. If they have never read it, Fred and Laura ought to have “Method” by Newton N. Riddell. It is a book I value highly.
It’s queer how much tastes differ, I’ll bring this letter to an end by quoting part of a poem that I like very much also.
[That’s it. Looks as though something got lost. Maybe Alma separated the poem from the rest of the letter]
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1.
In a recent letter, Martha Taggart said you might go to India again
Martha Taggart was a daughter of Aunt Rebecca Provines Taggart, who was Mama Margaret's younger sister. Details in the Provines & Gracey section. So apparently Gazella was doing the woman's work of keeping up with her husband's relatives.
2.
I wrote to you in 1929 but perhaps my message never reached you.
What? My general impression is that the post office was wonderfully reliable. Gazella says "message", not "letter", so perhaps she sent a message through somebody else - Laura, maybe.
3.
I suppose it would take some kind of a botanical suggestion to make you feel like listening and perhaps you are the one that invented the latest press boards with bolts and nuts, and after pressing, the method of gumming the leaves or flowers to stout cards and coating them with transparent varnish.
There was something in a letter from Alma to Will when he was in the Philippines about methods of preserving specimens. I don't think I've uploaded it yet.
4.
I’d like to find out more about my grandfather and I’d like to see a picture of him if his other relatives have any. His name was Wilson Flagg and I think he was born near Beverly Mass.
I’m wondering if this is Gazella’s grandfather:
http://famousamericans.net/wilsonflagg/
FLAGG, Wilson, naturalist, born in Beverly, Massachusetts, 5 November 1805; died in North Cambridge, Massachusetts, 6 May 1884. He was educated at Phillips Andover academy, and entered Harvard in 1823, but re5.mained there only three months, leaving to devote himself to the study of medicine; he, however, never practiced. In early manhood he made a pedestrian tour alone from Tennessee to Virginia, and thence home.
From another website:
Married Caroline Eveleth, January 2, 1840.
5.
Mother thought her grandfather Fingal was quite a wonderful person. He was of the Fingal clan that had lived in ancient Caledonia and traced their ancestors back for hundreds of years. He was a schoolmaster in Germany for seven years before coming to America and a schoolmaster in America for seven years before the war.
I think the war in question must be the American Revolution. Gazella's mother was Asenath Flagg. Gazella's grandmother, Catherine Fingal, would have been born in the late 1790s because she was 15 during the War of 1812, so her great-grandfather John Fingal would have been born sometime before 1775. So he taught in Germany for seven years and then came to the colonies seven years before the Revolution. If we figure 1776 for the Revolution, then he started teaching in Germany around 1762, so maybe he was born around 1740, which would make him close to 60 years old when his daughter Catherine Fingal was born. Sort of surprising, but possible.
6.
It seems he had visited Fingal’s Cave on the Isle of Staffa but mother didn’t remember how it came to be called Fingal’s Cave.
Wikipedia says:
Fingal's Cave is a sea cave on the uninhabited island of Staffa, in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland, known for its natural acoustics. The National Trust for Scotland owns the cave as part of a national nature reserve. It became known as Fingal's Cave after the eponymous hero of an epic poem by 18th-century Scots poet-historian James Macpherson.
7.
I was going to say I hated to have you go to India and wouldn’t want any of Aunt Margaret’s children to be in danger because I liked her
It's nice that Gazella liked Mama Margaret. Unfortunately, Mama Margaret wasn't so fond of Gazella. See:Uncle Jim is here and has been for a good while. He likes John Hicks but don’t like his wife very well. She is so stingy. That is one thing I don’t like about her. She don’t know how to live. They are pretty well off. John makes a good deal of money but she is too stingy to have anything cooked.
8.
I wonder if she could be persuaded to try the Schuessler remedies. I have a book on Dr. W.H. Schuessler’s biochemistry. I hope Fred uses the cell salts for they do great work.
Wikipedia says:
Wilhelm Heinrich Schüßler — also spelled Schuessler, particularly in English-language publications — (21 August 1821 – 30 March 1898) was a German medical doctor in Oldenburg who searched for natural remedies and published the results of his experiments in a German homeopathic journal in March 1873, leading to a list of 12 so-called "biochemic cell salts" that remain popular in alternative medicine. Although he was firmly within the homeopathy movement of his day, the modern definition of homeopathy tends to exclude his concept of homeopathic potency, which favoured remedies which, while very dilute, still retained small amounts of the original salt.
9.
Before Ernest sailed from N.Y. (for the War)
and
Leland and Fern have a fine little son - Bobby Hicks - six months old this month. They still live in Detroit. Ernest and family live in Memphis, Tenn, 1766 S. Parkway E. is their address, at present.
Ernest and Leland were sons of John and Gazella. If I have it correctly, they were my second cousins once removed.
10.
Ernest made the mistake one day of chatting carelessly with a reporter and what that reporter did made me fear it would prove a damage to Ernest.
We heard that when Ford was in Northern Michigan, he got into a trailer behind his car and covered himself with blankets and remained entirely hidden till he had passed through a small village where reporters were waiting to get an interview. He knows how they get things mixed up, and when he is so cautious, he would not approve of any carelessness among assistants, if he knew about it, but I think he leaves the auto business entirely to his Son.
So is it that Ernest works for Ford Motor Company (as a salesman, perhaps) and Gazella is worried that he'll get in trouble with Henry Ford? I don't know.
11.
If they have never read it, Fred and Laura ought to have “Method” by Newton N. Riddell. It is a book I value highly.
There is no Wikipedia article for Newton N. Riddell, but his books (used) are listed on Amazon, e.g.:
Immanuel or Christian realism: A verbatim report of the Ridell lectures on "Science and religion," "From nature to nature's God," "Brain building and ... world's redemption," and "The higher life."
In a recent letter, Martha Taggart said you might go to India again
Martha Taggart was a daughter of Aunt Rebecca Provines Taggart, who was Mama Margaret's younger sister. Details in the Provines & Gracey section. So apparently Gazella was doing the woman's work of keeping up with her husband's relatives.
2.
I wrote to you in 1929 but perhaps my message never reached you.
What? My general impression is that the post office was wonderfully reliable. Gazella says "message", not "letter", so perhaps she sent a message through somebody else - Laura, maybe.
3.
I suppose it would take some kind of a botanical suggestion to make you feel like listening and perhaps you are the one that invented the latest press boards with bolts and nuts, and after pressing, the method of gumming the leaves or flowers to stout cards and coating them with transparent varnish.
There was something in a letter from Alma to Will when he was in the Philippines about methods of preserving specimens. I don't think I've uploaded it yet.
4.
I’d like to find out more about my grandfather and I’d like to see a picture of him if his other relatives have any. His name was Wilson Flagg and I think he was born near Beverly Mass.
I’m wondering if this is Gazella’s grandfather:
http://famousamericans.net/wilsonflagg/
FLAGG, Wilson, naturalist, born in Beverly, Massachusetts, 5 November 1805; died in North Cambridge, Massachusetts, 6 May 1884. He was educated at Phillips Andover academy, and entered Harvard in 1823, but re5.mained there only three months, leaving to devote himself to the study of medicine; he, however, never practiced. In early manhood he made a pedestrian tour alone from Tennessee to Virginia, and thence home.
From another website:
Married Caroline Eveleth, January 2, 1840.
5.
Mother thought her grandfather Fingal was quite a wonderful person. He was of the Fingal clan that had lived in ancient Caledonia and traced their ancestors back for hundreds of years. He was a schoolmaster in Germany for seven years before coming to America and a schoolmaster in America for seven years before the war.
I think the war in question must be the American Revolution. Gazella's mother was Asenath Flagg. Gazella's grandmother, Catherine Fingal, would have been born in the late 1790s because she was 15 during the War of 1812, so her great-grandfather John Fingal would have been born sometime before 1775. So he taught in Germany for seven years and then came to the colonies seven years before the Revolution. If we figure 1776 for the Revolution, then he started teaching in Germany around 1762, so maybe he was born around 1740, which would make him close to 60 years old when his daughter Catherine Fingal was born. Sort of surprising, but possible.
6.
It seems he had visited Fingal’s Cave on the Isle of Staffa but mother didn’t remember how it came to be called Fingal’s Cave.
Wikipedia says:
Fingal's Cave is a sea cave on the uninhabited island of Staffa, in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland, known for its natural acoustics. The National Trust for Scotland owns the cave as part of a national nature reserve. It became known as Fingal's Cave after the eponymous hero of an epic poem by 18th-century Scots poet-historian James Macpherson.
7.
I was going to say I hated to have you go to India and wouldn’t want any of Aunt Margaret’s children to be in danger because I liked her
It's nice that Gazella liked Mama Margaret. Unfortunately, Mama Margaret wasn't so fond of Gazella. See:Uncle Jim is here and has been for a good while. He likes John Hicks but don’t like his wife very well. She is so stingy. That is one thing I don’t like about her. She don’t know how to live. They are pretty well off. John makes a good deal of money but she is too stingy to have anything cooked.
8.
I wonder if she could be persuaded to try the Schuessler remedies. I have a book on Dr. W.H. Schuessler’s biochemistry. I hope Fred uses the cell salts for they do great work.
Wikipedia says:
Wilhelm Heinrich Schüßler — also spelled Schuessler, particularly in English-language publications — (21 August 1821 – 30 March 1898) was a German medical doctor in Oldenburg who searched for natural remedies and published the results of his experiments in a German homeopathic journal in March 1873, leading to a list of 12 so-called "biochemic cell salts" that remain popular in alternative medicine. Although he was firmly within the homeopathy movement of his day, the modern definition of homeopathy tends to exclude his concept of homeopathic potency, which favoured remedies which, while very dilute, still retained small amounts of the original salt.
9.
Before Ernest sailed from N.Y. (for the War)
and
Leland and Fern have a fine little son - Bobby Hicks - six months old this month. They still live in Detroit. Ernest and family live in Memphis, Tenn, 1766 S. Parkway E. is their address, at present.
Ernest and Leland were sons of John and Gazella. If I have it correctly, they were my second cousins once removed.
10.
Ernest made the mistake one day of chatting carelessly with a reporter and what that reporter did made me fear it would prove a damage to Ernest.
We heard that when Ford was in Northern Michigan, he got into a trailer behind his car and covered himself with blankets and remained entirely hidden till he had passed through a small village where reporters were waiting to get an interview. He knows how they get things mixed up, and when he is so cautious, he would not approve of any carelessness among assistants, if he knew about it, but I think he leaves the auto business entirely to his Son.
So is it that Ernest works for Ford Motor Company (as a salesman, perhaps) and Gazella is worried that he'll get in trouble with Henry Ford? I don't know.
11.
If they have never read it, Fred and Laura ought to have “Method” by Newton N. Riddell. It is a book I value highly.
There is no Wikipedia article for Newton N. Riddell, but his books (used) are listed on Amazon, e.g.:
Immanuel or Christian realism: A verbatim report of the Ridell lectures on "Science and religion," "From nature to nature's God," "Brain building and ... world's redemption," and "The higher life."
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