Showing posts with label 1916. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1916. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Letter from Frederick D. Niedermeyer to Jesse Halsey 1916

Frederick D. Niedermeyer | Princeton Seminary '09

With thanks to: The Jesse Halsey Manuscript Collection. Special Collections, Princeton Theological Seminary Library.

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Jessie Luther | Providence, R.I., 1916


In Retrospect

Another important event for all of us is associated with that year [1911]. This was romance, the marriage of Dr. Little and Ruth Keese after three years of happy association. They were married by Mr. Jesse Halsey at the assistant doctor’s house, and the union of two persons so beloved by everyone was hailed with joy. The wedding was one of the simplest and most beautiful I ever witnessed, just a small gathering of friends brought together informally in the little room decorated with spruce boughs and yellow-leaved birch branches. Ruth Keese, in her familiar blue linen gown, and Dr. Little, in well known tweeds, entered the house together and after chatting with guests came forward with joined hands to stand before Mr. Halsey when he entered in his clerical gown to perform the short ceremony. In the dining room Mrs. Grenfell had prepared a beautiful table for the wedding feast, to which all members of the staff contributed. Then, after congratulations and best wishes to the newlyweds, we left them.

Each of these four summers would in detail be a story in itself, not only because of incidents but personalities closely interwoven with them. In addition to those who already made the background, there were others. Mr. Jesse Halsey, only briefly mentioned at the end of my second year, was a Presbyterian minister who came for a year of volunteer service not only to give spiritual guidance but to install plumbing, a shining example of practical Christianity who dressed in overalls for emergencies and donned his clerical down when occasion required.


from Jessie Luther at the Grenfell Mission, an annotated edition of a travel journal that Luther wrote from 1906 to 1910, edited by Ronald Rompkey (2001)

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

from "Among the Deep Sea Fishers" | July 1916


“On the Road to Labrador”
 
…We had the pleasure in New York of seeing many other loyal friends, though at the Outlook office, where so often we have found help in need, we missed our beloved friend, Dr. Hamilton W. Mabie, who was seriously ill at his home. It was a great pleasure to see again our loved friend, Dr. Lyman Abbott; among others, too, were friends who have been with us in Labrador, Mr. Glen Wright, and Mr. Will Moody, whose noble work keeps him so closely at the grindstone raising the means for the institutions at Northfield that bless the world through endless lives of pupils and visitors. It is many years since the day, in the far off London slum where I was working at hospital, that his father’s message first woke my consciousness, but I still seem to hear it and am still striving to repeat it, yet my head is now gray and my half-century completed. Why do we think men die?

Here at the Pratt Institute we were proud to find our two young men who are soon to return and help us in the North. One, “Johnny,” as we know him, is finishing his course, having been helped through his previous year by our old colleague, the Rev. Jesse Halsey, of Cincinnati. “Johnny” is to start now on his own account making our sealskins into boots—his course having been tanning—while to help the mat industry, the dyeing of the material to the needed hues is also to be under his management. Mr. McHugh, at his shop in Forty-second Street, near the library, has stocked our mats and is glad to see any friends who are interested in that branch of our work, and to supply them with any they care to order. We are still looking for a head to our industrial work, to take up, carry on, and amplify Miss Luther’s work.

W. T. Grenfell