Madelon Goodman 1919-1927

27 May 1927 | Cincinnati Enquirer

23 May 1928

Mrs. Ida W Goodman to JH

personal collection

Dear Rev. and Mrs. Halsey,

You may not remember me but I am little Madelon Goodman’s grandmother, and when I read in the paper of the dreadful accident that happened to your dear little boy, I felt that I just must tell you how I sympathize with you and how it brought back to me  . . . sorrow, for little Madelon . . . –seven, when the dear . . . her.

. . .  nothing harder than . . of  a dear little child. I will never forget your kindness to Tim and LeFreda and how much you helped them.

Will you accept Mr. Goodman’s and my love and sympathy.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Ida W Goodman

Senator Richard P. Ernst to Jesse Halsey

11 October 1922 | Asheville Citizen-Times

Dorothy Kidd, age 11, 37th Auto Victim

20 May 1927 | Circleville Herald | Cincinnati—Dorothy Kidd, 11, daughter of Robert B. Kidd, comptroller for the Proctor and Gamble & Proctor Co., was the 37^th auto victim of Hamilton county this year.

Marriage of Miss Phebe Baker Perry

30 October 1944 | Cincinnati Enquirer

Frances Adair Clark

Several years ago, among a box of my grandfather's things dating from his early adulthood, I found a wallet containing a passel of photos of a young woman identified as "Frances." The photos include pictures of her and her friends at home, at Princeton, and at an unidentified college. The writing on the back of the photos suggests the young woman and my young grandfather had a fun and congenial acquaintance.

Recently, in a water-logged and crumbling box of my great-grandfather's correspondence that I pulled out from under the eaves of my granddad's garage, I found a Christmas card from Presbyterian missionary friends of my great-grandfather's who were stationed in Korea in the 1930s. The card contains a photo of the couple, Mary and Monroe Clark, seated in their living room and on the wall of the room is a photo of the same young woman who is in the photos in my grandfather's wallet: Frances Adair Clark.

 

From the Cincinnati Enquirer, 30 August 1931:

Rev. and Mrs. William Monroe Clark, returned missionaries from Korea, who arrived in the States several weeks ago, accompanied by Misses Frances and Jane Clark, who are passing the summer with their grandmother, Mrs. Theodore Hamilton, and their aunt, Mrs. Charles Doermann, at their cottage at Virginia Beach, Va., are the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Settle (Carter Clark) for a few weeks before going to Princeton, N.J., where Rev. Clark will take a special course of study at Princeton University and Mrs. Clark will also take special training for the coming year. Miss Frances Clark will enter Converse College at Spartanburg, S.C., to continue her education. As yet it has not been definitely decided where Miss Jane, who is too young to enter college, will pursue her studies.

Times Union Brooklyn, 14 July 1935: Equinn Munkelwitz, of Collins Ave., is spending a week at Virginia Beach, Va., as the guest of Mrs. M.H. Doermann, of Fort Mitchell, Kentucky, and Miss Frances A. Clark of Seoul, Korea, Asia.

Cincinnati Enquirer, 24 June 1937: A lovely society function in Covington will be the marriage of Miss Frances Adair Clark, daughter of Dr. and Mrs. W.M. Clark of Korea, and Mr. William Munnell Equinn of New York at 8:30 o’clock Wednesday evening at the home of the bride’s aunt, Mrs. Charles Doermann, Fort Mitchell Heights, Fort Mitchell. Miss Clark, who was graduated last week from Mount Holyoke, is arriving in Fort Mitchell Saturday. Mr. Equinn, who has been attending the Medical School at Cornell University, also will arrive Saturday. They will be the guests of Mrs. Doermann and Miss Clark’s grandmother, Mrs. T. S. Hamilton until after the wedding. Miss Clark will have for her sister, Mrs Robert Settle, formerly Miss Carter Clark, of Hyde Park, Cincinnati, and for her bridesmaid her sister Miss Janie Clark, who has been attending Mount Holyoke this past year.

Cincinnati Enquirer, 01 July 1937: The wedding of Miss Frances Adair Clark and Mr. Equinn William Munnell was beautifully celebrated last night in the home of Mrs. Marguerite Doerrman, Fort Mitchell Heights, Fort Mitchell, aunt of the bride the couple plighted their troth before the alter arranged in front of the large windows in the south end of the living room, formed by a mass of huckleberry branches, smilax and ferns, against which stood tall baskets filled with white gladiolas with soft-glowing tapers at either side, that gave a churchly effect.

    

“And help us to be true to the best that we know with hearts courageously hungry for the truth.”

Minneapolis Star | 2 January 1926

Minneapolis Star | 4 July 1941

Mrs. J Foster Terry SH to JH

January 1926

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Dear Jess:

I’m so glad you wrote me, and in the way you did, about Bill Foster’s going. In a cowardly way I had not written to his wife because I had not “lifted up mine eyes” and because I had been thinking in an all too human way only of the lonely, lonely way she must walk alone hereafter and the two babies she must lead and teach without his wise and loving help. I had written to his sister Maria because I knew what it meant to lose a well loved Brother and I knew where comfort lay.

Do you write to Mrs. Bill. You always had the gift of understanding sympathy. Their address is 304 Ontario St. SE, Minneapolis. I had a card at Xmas time with snapshots of the 2 little girls—one 3 ½ and one 8 months. Among other things it said “Bill is getting positively fat.” I had written them and told them we missed them last summer but that next summer they’d surely be here and we’d gather with the Jesse Halseys and have an old time reunion.

I understand he was take with pneumonia Xmas Eve and went to the hospital and daily the family here got telegrams of his condition. Pleurisy

--> set in and he died January 2^nd. Jo was teaching in the university too—I’m not sure what—psychology maybe too. One time she had charge of the correspondence courses they gave. She plans I hear to finish the year there. His body was not brought on—it was his wish that he be cremated and that to the family here was an added horror. His mother (so Mrs. Mourse Lafevre told me) is deeply religious and believed it for the best—only the cremation was a sort of sacrilege. (Personally I would not have been surprised had he willed his body to a hospital.) And unfortunately the cremation has given rise to some most unfounded conclusions. Cousin Amie Goodale in telling mother said, “But what could one expect for he did not believe in the resurrection.” I thought if that were neighborhood gossip you might through cousin Ida Fordham be able to slay it. No man who tho’t as deeply and thoroughly as he, could be unreligious. If his views were not all entirely orthodox, they were none the less sincerely religious and every one fought out with a fierce hatred for hypocrisy. Long ago he showed me a prayer he wrote. I learned it at the time and so to my regret did not write it down. Now I can recall but one line: “And help us to be true to the best that we know with hearts courageously hungry for the truth.”

If you have not written his family (in Water Mill) you might stress that religious side—for in your talk with him that evening here you found nothing but reverence I am sure.

I shall be glad to have your calendar—as you know.

Love from the Terrys to the Halseys,

Bess

P. S. I hope Helen is so pep-y and huskey that she is a regular gad-about. Did I tell you on the Xmas card of the twins we are waiting for in the spring? Little Pallas Napoleon and Cassandra Boneparte Fordham Terry, named for my great-great Aunts.

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"rendering up her life in homage for the gift of motherhood"

Southampton Press | 25 March 1926 |Elizabeth Fordham Terry

The community was greatly saddened by the death last week of Mrs. Elizabeth Fordham Terry, wife of J. Foster Terry. Her death followed a short illness which suddenly developed serious complications, and she passed away Friday evening at the Southampton Hospital, where she had been taken that morning. She was 37 years of age.

The funeral services were held at her home on Hildreth Street Monday afternoon and were attended by a large number. The Rev. Jesse Halsey of Cincinnati conducted the services, Mr. Halsey having come for the purpose as a warm friend of the family.

Mrs. Terry was greatly beloved in the village and her death is a sad blow to a large circle of friends. Her bright and inspiring personality and her unfailing consideration for others made her a welcome addition to every group. She possessed a brilliant mind and had unusual gifts as a conversationalist and a writer. She received her education at the Southampton High School, from which she graduated in 1905, and at Vassar College, graduating from the latter institution with the class of 1910. After graduation she taught for several years in the Bancroft School at Haddonfield, N.J.

During the World War, Mrs. Terry served as the local district nurse for the Red Cross. In the epidemic of influenza, he sympathetic ministrations and faithful services endeared her to the unfortunate families where the disease was rife, and there are many of our foreign-born citizens who expressed their grief at her passing.

She is survived by her husband and by two young children, Malcolm and Helen; one sister, Mrs. Albert Burr Craft of Yonkers; and her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Frank T. White. Her only brother, Malcolm R. White, was killed in France during the war.

In a beautiful tribute to the deceased, the Rev. Mr. Halsey said in part, “This earthly tenement was the habitation of one of the finest spirits I have ever known. Her loss to this community seems irreparable. She lent her aid to every good word and work. Many families of our less-fortunate citizens remember her many kindnesses in time of need.

A brilliant intellect; a remarkably balanced and sane outlook on life, a keen sense of humor—these and many other rare qualities of mind and heart endeared her to a  large circle of friends [indecipherable] when we cry, “To what purpose is this waste” can mean, but one [indecipherable] meaning [indecipherable] ever. It means that out beyond the Mystery there is some other room of our Father’s House where character and capacity are valued and where high service is to be performed.

While our presence and our poor words try to express our sympathy with this household, we renew our Faith in the Life Immortal, whose portal we call death, more homelike seems the vast Unknown since she has entered there.

“I have always thought of Malcolm White as the reincarnation of Captain George, and the faith, and courage of the soldier as he “went West” is paralleled in his sister, who with a smile upon her lips went out unafraid, rendering up her life in homage for the gift of motherhood.”

“One who never turned the back

But marched breast forward.

Never doubted clouds would break.

Held, we fall to rise, and baffled

To fight better; sleep to wake.”