![]() |
| The Messenger | Seventh Presbyterian |
Showing posts with label 1916. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1916. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Letter from Frederick D. Niedermeyer to Jesse Halsey 1916
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
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)






