Wednesday, November 01, 2017

Aunt Emma's diary … #1

I mentioned my Aunt Emma from Brattleboro, Vt. in my last entry. She was still alive when I was born in 1933 but quite elderly and not very communicative. After she died I was given 12 of her diaries and I couldn’t wait to read what she’d written. Maybe I would finally get to know my mysterious great aunt.

I knew that she was a spinster and a very frugal one at that; but I had no idea that her life was so devoid of enchantment or just plain fun. Page after page recorded nothing but the weather conditions for the day and the exact price of everything she bought but not much else of interest until … imagine my surprise when I read, in her diary of 1912: “I stood on my front porch and waved to President Taft as he rode by on the trolley.”

I couldn’t wait to research this and, sure enough, here is a picture of the trolly tracks and a caption that reads: “In the early years of the 20th century, the town built a trolly which traveled the length of Main Street and out Western Avenue to West Brattleboro.”
And here’s the big man himself speaking at a town just North of West Brattleboro. So I guess Aunt Emma had a special treat that day ... even if her New England stoicism made it hard for her to express it!


Blogger Marie Smith said...

Fascinating as always, Ginnie. Great story!

6:17 PM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

One highlight in her journal at least. But I expect there may be more?

9:53 AM  
Blogger troutbirder said...

Northern European stoicism for sure...? My German grandmother somehow managed to work the phrase "I gotta get to work now" into practically every thought...:)

3:04 PM  
Blogger joared said...

Maybe she had more going on in her life than she chose to write about.

11:27 PM  

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