The farmhouse in 1907
with Caroline Braden, Maud
Braden Quinn, Gladys, 2, and
(From a written account by Gladys Quinn Small in the 1990s and a video
interview made by her granddaughter Sarah Sims Erwin in August 1993).
Transcribed and lightly edited by Marilyn Small Erwin, Gladys' daughter.
Please forgive typos and repetitions.)
I am Gladys Mary Frances Quinn Small. I was born
Alvin Quinn at home in
days it was
a friend who took care of my Mother; Mary was for my
mother Mary Riegel, and
Mother's mother Caroline Frances Thomas Braden. I lived
in the farmhouse that my grandfather James A. Braden built
around 1880 with my Mother and Father and Grandmother
We had such a nice grove of trees in front that you
could hardly see the house from the road. My grandmother
had a nice fence with a gate in it for people to come in. My
grandfather James A. Braden was a deacon in the Bethel Creek Primitive
Baptist church and on Saturdays and Sundays, wagonloads
of people would park their wagons in front of the house in
the grove, tie up their horses (we had a well there for water),
and have their meals with my grandparents.
The farmhouse was built of new green wood (oak)
cut from the surrounding forests. A sawmill was brought in
and the logs were cut into boards right on the spot. The barn
was built at the same time.
My Father first went to work in the telephone business
Mother. He drove his horse and buggy over to date her. She
was the youngest of 11 children.
My Grandmother Braden died in this house and my
Grandfather too. He died of typhoid fever. My Grandmother
died several years later. She lived with my Father and
Mother till she died. It was customary that the youngest child
takes care of the mother.
Life on the farm was lonely for an only child. I had
two cousins across the road for 13 years. They, Bessie and
Homer Jones, were the children of Bill and Elvira Jones.
Aunt Elvira was one of Mother Maud's sisters; Uncle Bill was
a brother of Glen Jones' father John Jones.
Maud Braden Quinn
I remember many events. My parents started me on
piano at age 6. I remember the first big upright piano. We
had a stool to sit on for many years. Finally, the salesperson
out a bench. We used it as a coffee table in
When I was 3 or 4, there were not many children in
the neighborhood. I visited the other farms in the area with
my little wagon with my toys a teddy bear and dolls, and a
dog and cat that would follow along to see the neighbors. I
had a cousin across the road that played jazz on the piano. I
would stop there and listen to her play.
lessons were taken in
Mr. Ed Mitchell on Wednesdays and Saturdays usually at 2
o'clock. I liked him. He had a talking parrot, loved roses, and
had lots of beautiful flowers. I don't remember when I started
horse and buggy to
The horses were Charley and Daisey.
Uncle Jim (Dad's help) lived in a log house northwest
of the house. His wife Mary, a kind person, had big living
room that served as bedroom with two double beds and a
huge fireplace and an upstairs. Uncle Jim was wonderful to
me. I followed him everyplace, they tell me. He always got
my horse and buggy ready to go for my music lessons. Dad
gave me the nickname Jim from Uncle Jim. On cold, chilly
rainy days, Uncle Jim would take me to Muggin Country one
room school with one teacher for all grades. He also called
for me at 4 o'clock.
In those days we had wood stoves. My parents would
have friends over in the evening to play cards and have
popcorn. They were usually my cousins that lived nearby,
and they would stay over night and I loved that. My parents
never worked on Sundays. We were not religious people
but they enjoyed the day off. When we went to church it was
to the primitive Baptist church and there's a cemetery there
where many of my relatives are buried.
On Sunday, I usually went to visit girlfriends. They tell
many stories of my playing with their toys, which I enjoyed
much more than my own. My folks took me many places in
the neighborhood. I have a memory of going to one of our
neighbors who had a little log house that had a big fireplace,
and I enjoyed seeing the big fireplace and all the kettles. I
would go in the afternoon with my dog. He wasn't on a leash;
he'd just follow along. He was a beautiful white dog. When
the mulberries were ripe, I'd climb the tree, sit on a limb, and
pick my mulberries. Usually there were so many birds that
would keep squalking and sometimes get very near to me
because I was picking the best berries.
During cold wintry days Dad took me on horseback on
his favorite pacer called Red. I got so I could ride her alone.
If Dad needed to meet and go to work in another town, he
would ride one of the horses, tie reins to saddle, turn them
around and they would come back home. The farm had lots
of animals, female horses, stud, hogs - male hogs, cows and
bull, geese, ducks, turkeys, chickens, guinea hens, roosted
on top of barn. If they heard or saw something unusual,
they would squawk and make a noise in the middle of the
night. The farmers liked to keep them for watch. They were
eatable, had to be shot as other birds.
part of my childhood. There were no children my age out
here. The Lanes had a black mulberry tree in their backyard.
When they go ripe (black) in June or July, I would go climb
up in the tree and eat the berries. Frequently, the anxious
birds would bother me. I always took a medium size red
wagon, with my favorite dolls, stuffed animals, and bear.
The white bulldog followed me to every house. I visited
three houses at least once a week the Lanes, Aunt
Elvira, Bessie (played jazz well), Homer and Uncle Bill if he
was around and the farmer tenant that lived in a log cabin.
Sometimes a family rented the five-room log cabin place. I
didn't seem to get to know any of them very well. They didn't
seem to want to play with the toys that I had.
My first spanking, which I still remember, was at
haying time. My Father had two or three men helping him
plus my Mother. They would bring the hay to the barn, which
had a pitchfork. My dad would load the pitchfork and my
Mother would drive the horse to lift the pitchfork up into the
barn. Someone in the barn would tell them when to drop the
hay in the loft on the top floor of the barn where it was stored
for the winter. They were very busy, and I was very impatient
but I took my dog and my toys and wanted the tongue of my
wagon to be extended to be much longer. I had my piece
of wood and my nails, and my wire. I was very impatient at
the gate and my Father came out to spank me for being so
impatient and told me to go back home and I went with my
animals and the dog following me. We never discussed it
afterward. I knew not to push too hard the next time.
There were many young men in this area that were
drafted for World War I. Dad was always able to get help with
harvesting or haying time. Labor was $1 to $3 per day. We
had to feed them a big meal at noontime. Uncle Homer was
one of them. He worked for Dad at busy times.
Where did we get our clothing? Mother Maud made
our everyday clothing as work clothes. She did not like
sewing. Our good dresses were made by a dressmaker
long jacket suit with fur for Mother. She made pretty piano
recital dresses for me. Dad's suits, maybe one or two in his
lifetime, were gotten a Burnett's clothing store in Eldorado.
I am sure some of our clothing came from Sears Roebuck
usually yard goods to be used for underwear. The underwear
pants, vest, bras, slips were all made by hand. The material
was unbleached muslin. We women and girls all had fancy
camisole, loose fitting, with lace some were used as
pants. Ruffles and lace for blouses worn with long full skirts,
I don't know about winter coats. I know we all had long
were mud for a wagon and horses. We never went to town in
a wagon because it was not to be done especially if you had
a horse and buggy. At one time it had a bank, drug store,
two or three general stores, two or more ice cream parlors,
doctors' offices, hardware store, and blacksmith shop where
the horses had metal shoes put on their hooves. There was
a millinery shop where we bought hour hats, ribbon, flowers,
etc. She was a friendly lady and always tried to please me.
Her husband was the druggist. Mother Maud always kept me
dressed in my best. I was a tomboy at heart, not all feminine.
I remember my Father carrying me from my bed to my
cousin's home to the storm cellar if a storm was coming. We
were all afraid. Dad would carry me, maybe at , to
wait the storm out. That was an experience I well remember.
The house was located in a grove of trees. I
remember playing under the trees in the grove with my dolls.
We always had homemade ice cream on Saturday evenings.
My grandmother lived with us. We enjoyed having her with
us and she was a big help. I was with her a lot as a baby.
Around six years old, my parents bought a large
upright piano. It was quite an occasion when a family bought
a piano. Shortly after that I started taking piano lessons. I
enjoyed it a lot. I never enjoyed performing, but just knowing
something about the music. My teacher insisted that I
subscribe to Etude and Musician magazines so I could
learn more about the history of the music because I was an
music lessons (in
twice a week on Wednesday and Saturday afternoons.
I went by myself on Wednesdays. I drove the horse and
buggy. My Father would always be busy at being a brick
mason doing public work so he had a helper in Uncle Jim
Lane (he had a long beard and cut his hair once a year).
I got my nickname from him because I followed him every
place. He helped me with the horse and buggy. Charlie was
the horse I used with the buggy. They were breeding animals
and we always had little colts.
I'd go along the country dusty road to my music
lesson. We didn't have gravel or paved roads. I hitched the
horse to the hitching post near the music teacher's home
and go in and take my music lesson. I had a little purse I
always carried and my parents would give me ten pennies
and I'd stop in the general store and get a long piece of
chewing gum, and then I'd stop at the ice cream parlor and
sit at one of the round tables with the ice cream chairs. Then
I'd finish that and go get my horse and chew my gum and eat
My Father, Henry, worked six days a week. I don't
think he worked on Sunday. We usually went to church,
had company, or went to visit friends. As long as my Mother
Maud lived, we went to Bethel Creek because all the sisters
had joined there. Grandfather James Braden was a deacon
many that are buried there are relatives. My Mother
Maud joined the church on her deathbed with no baptism or
immersed in pond.
Dad Henry went to the fields or public work to town
to work on a house, chimneys, anything that needed to be
done in using brick and mortar or concrete. In those days
they mixed their own and needed men to help called hod
Most farm people were up by They fed the
horses, milked the cows. My Mother would fix my Father's
dinner pail and he'd be off to do public work. Uncle Jim was
here by , and my Father could leave for his other work.
The farming was done on weekends and early mornings and
evenings before dark. My Mother helped with the farming
and worked alongside my Father. They loved each other
so much. She did a lot of the farm work and they got along
beautifully. They were frugal people and it was very difficult
making a living. It was normal for women to help with the
Any time you're on the farm there's always something
to be done. If there's a garden you have to tend it, if you
have a flower garden yard or house you have to keep that
going too. Now we have our cars and we can go to the store.
The Braden and Quinn families were probably mostly
laborers. Of my Father's Quinn brothers one was a depot
master, one was a brick mason, my grandfather was a coal
miner, and the Bradens had 10 girls one was a seamstress
and Aunt Dora could sew real well too. I wanted to be a
teacher or a nurse.
The women cleaned house, baked cake, etc. We
got the eggs together (from the chicken house), sometimes
taking three or four chickens to sell to buy groceries. If
there were extra vegetables we sold them to stores. Mother
Maud and I
would go to
make bread, some yard goods. Mother ordered most of our
yard goods (they referred to cloth or fabric as goods) from
Sears Roebuck and Co. The women had two and three sets
of clothing. ... one to work outside in the vegetable garden,
another to clean house or cook in, and the third for churchgoing
or visiting. The same with shoes. In wintertime we
stayed home and popped corn, made cracker jacks, made
candy, bought apples by the bushel or barrel.
We always had biscuit for breakfast. In the winter, we
always had cornbread three times a day. And dried beans.
We had a vegetable hill with turnips, cabbage, potatoes,
onions That was a hole dug in the ground with straw in it
layered with sea grass bags over it and dirt on top. It kept
the vegetables We would get into it several times a winter.
We always had a variety of food.
Once I forgot my fruit one morning on the way to
school and my Mother walked almost all the way to school
(about a mile and a half) to bring it to me. We had apples
and other fruits and she wanted me to have it! Those things
you don't forget.
During the warm weather, we would take our
featherbeds out on the upper porch for sleeping my Mother,
my dad, and me.
My grandfather Bill Quinn came to visit with a crate
or box of oranges and a box of chocolate for me. He and
Grandmother Mary Riegel Quinn separated when Aunt Maud
(Dad's sister) was about 12. He would not support the family
of five. Grandfather went down in mine in the Eldorado area,
had a room and board with families that he got to know.
The church did not take much of our time as I was
growing up. My Father never worked on Sunday. I went to
Sunday schools. If I was in
friend Kathleen Ramsey, I went with her to the Presbyterian
class. Uncle Henry Riegel was our teacher. This was when I
teenager and got to know the young people in
The years before my Mother died we usually went to
the Primitive Baptist at Bethel Creek. It was expected of the
family because it was our burial ground. If we had roses or
blooming flowers, they were taken and put on graves on May
30 or Memorial Day.
When I was growing up we were not always able to
give our Mother a gift (on Mother's Day). Aunt Dora (Kathryn
and Blondel's mother) didn't expect gifts. We went to church
and each one wore a white corsage if your mother had died.
If your mother was living, you wore a red corsage. It was
often a flower from our farmyard. After the service, we came
home, rode in the Allen car after about 1918, undressed, and
helped with dinner preparations. We always had chicken on
Neighbors were always very nice to me. I disliked
on Sundays when the young men would race their horses
up and down the road. They didn't have anything else to
do. They would take these horses that worked all week and
they would race them up and down the road. It was a typical
Sunday activity for them. I knew all of them, but had no
occasion to talk to them. I was just 9 or 10 A lot of them
rode horseback wherever they were going.
Muggin School 1918 Muggin School 1912
Gladys in a MugginSchool picture.
Age ten, 11, and 12 were fine going to a
school called Muggin, but when I turned 13 it was most
difficult a very sad time. It was a very bad winter when I
lost my Mother. She injured her body and death followed (in
January 1917). It made a big change in my life
My Mother had suggested on her deathbed that we
ask Aunt Dora, her sister, and her two girls, to come and
live with us. (they had been abandoned by husband and
father Guy Webb) Dad and I appreciated that. I had kept
house for about two months after she died. I had to learn to
make biscuits and do all the extra chores, and I wasn't quite
capable of doing it. My aunts Elvira, Stella and Ida helped
some too. But Aunt Dora came in about March. That created
quite a problem for me since I'd been an only child. My
Father helped me quite a bit. One morning before they came
to live with us, my Dad was at the cookstove and said to me,
Well Jim, it's going to be a little difficult for you for a while,
but I'm sure we will find some happy times with it. Right now
it will have to be that way. We want you to go to school.
So at 13, I acquired two stepsisters, Blondel and
Kathryn. My Father never adopted them, but he did the best
he could by giving them an education and keeping a home
for us. When I was at home, and Kathryn and Blondel were
here, we had strawberry patches, and even grew peanuts
here. We grew popcorn. My Father put in an apple orchard.
He had about 15 acres of red delicious and yellow delicious
apples, and pear and peach trees.
entered high school at
in a horse and buggy and Kathryn and I went to Muggin
School. That year we did well. The second year of high
joined Blondel in
went to school in the buggy, but in the winter we had a room
in a house
own meals and did our own shopping. Most of the food we
brought from home, canned peaches and canned meats.
year of high school in
Kathleen Ramsey, five days a week. I went home to the farm
I became 17 I went to
and went to live with my Father's brother and sister-in-law
who had invited me to come and be with them because we
had only a
three-year high school in
often. I started learning the saxophone in the third year in
the music courses at
During the summers we often had excursions on the
railroad. Kathleen Ramsey asked me to go on a train trip
who was a kindergarten teacher. I was anxious to meet her
and ask her for her recommendations. While there, I visited
Marshall Fields, the museum, and the Art Institute, and I was
very much to
after that I went to
program for education to be qualified to teach in one of our
small town schools.
I got the books for teaching from my cousin Blondel,
so I just followed in her footsteps. Katheryn did the same
thing. We met nice people in the teaching profession. My
Father was a big influence on me because we were the
closest. I also had lots of help from the relatives after my
In those days you didn't have to go to four years of
get a teaching certificate. At
the only women's sorority they had. I lived in their house.
There were about 20 girls. I went to summer school too and
finished in a year and a half. I was able to get a teaching
job at the
little mining town of
five-room school with a principal and four teachers. I was in
charge of the kindergarten. I taught there for three years.
|Harco Teachers - 1927 - Gladys Quinn is next to the Principal on the left, and her step-sister Blondel (Webb) Limerick, who taught Elementary School in Galatia for many years is on the far right.|
I lived in a room over the Naugle Store in Harco and prepared
the evening meal for Cy and Justine Naugle..One fall we had
our teachers institute We four teachers and principal went
as a group and sat in the assembly hall at the junior high
Hello, Miss Quinn, I would like you to meet my friend
Raymond Hawker. I see on your desk your name is Gladys
Kindergarten teacher at
School, (said the handsome Harrisburg High School teacher
Mr. Hawker walked away and left us. I was at a loss
for words. We walked a short distance to the opening to
auditorium at the
the steps to the outside. In our walk to join my friends, Gil
asked if it would be possible to meet him here at 4 o'clock
that afternoon to find out how to get in touch with me. I had
to think fast. I was not driving. We smiled at each other and
Practically every one had moved on to lunch. The
steps and street were empty. My friends, Helen Shafer, Iva
Malone, Carmen Stone, and I walked to Iva's car. I asked
the girls if they were in a hurry to get home. I told them Mr.
Small had asked to meet me here in front of the Junior High
School building at 4 o'clock. They all said, Oh yes, we'll
stay and you meet him. I was still in the dark as to what
his motive might be. We had lunch. I wondered what was
going on here. Had I done anything to provoke his desire?
I did not know him. I had noticed his programs in the paper.
Kate mentioned being in his presence in music groups. She
had been in Mr. Small's mixed quartet as one of the Indian
maidens in their spring operetta.
As usual we girls all tried to out dress each other. I
remember I wore a maroon colored dress and hat, dress
size 14. The Saline County Teachers Meeting took place in
September or October. The auditorium was large, probably
150 to 200 teachers. Mr. Small and fellow teachers were
seated on the east side of the auditorium. The lonely Harco
group of five or six teachers was seated on the last row of
the auditorium. My steady gentleman date on weekends
athletics as basketball. He was kind, played bridge well. I
had to be on my best game when we played auction bridge.
If I made a mistake, I heard about it as he was driving me
After our meeting, Mr. Small pursued me by calls
to Cy Naugle's store to try to make an arrangement for a
get together. Our conversation was not at all satisfactory
because on my part there were several people in the store,
difficult to hear over the old box wall type telephone. He
wrote me several short letters. I never had time to answer
between preparing my schoolwork, dating Frank Allen
(Skeezil), and trying to figure out what to tell Skeezil. It was a
trying time. I remember it well. I never told any of my friends.
(I told myself), it will have to be my own big mistake.
Mr. Small had told me, it was difficult for us to see
each other. He didn't have a car. Mr. Small's friend Harry
Reed didn't have any interest in any of my friends. Finally,
he thought of meeting at the Harrisburg Country Club with
Harry Reed asking me and calling for me at Harco. Mr. Small
would ask Harry's colleague Wanda Jones Welsh of 1st
National Bank to be his date. We played bridge and talked.
All I can say of the evening is that Mr. Small like what he saw
in me. It was a chilly November evening in that large room.
He continued to call the Naugle Store to talk almost
every other day. Christmas came and, I finally wrote a short
told me he was going home to
make arrangements to have a car. While there his friend
Howard Crane promised to buy a car for him and drive it
down. Mr. Small sent me a box of candy in a sewing basket
to the farm. I kept it for years. I might still have it.
Sometime in January, Howard drove the car to
would be all right to come out to see me. I was delighted. It
had been about a month. I had been seeing Skeezil but our
dates were not interesting any longer. I felt that a change
was coming, but still didn't know what Mr. Small's plan was.
I spent Christmas and a few days with Dad and Aunt
Dora. Kathryn was home. I did talk with sister Kathryn about
Mr. Small. I did tell her of our relationship. I was trying to
keep my love relation to myself. Gilbert and I knew we had
found our mate. And it wasn't going to be long before we
would be married! Silence to other friends and relatives!
I was frightened. A poor farm girl going to a salaried
professional life. I kept my sanity at all times. And I think I
came through it beautifully.
Gilbert and I spent practically every afternoon and
evening together after he got the car in early January, for at
least a week or more. I managed to write Skeezil a Dear
John letter. For a week I cried, wrote, trying to explain and
to be grateful to him for tolerating me. The letter closed that
chapter in my life. Gilbert and I were free to be together and
made necessary plans to be married.
Our backgrounds were so different! We spent much
of our time trying to sort out this relationship. Not once
did it flounder. Gilbert's goal was family, love, home, and
happiness. I fitted into all these categories. He wanted to
make me happy and I was anxious to see him happy.
One evening as we were driving back to Harco from
having dinner at Horning's Hotel, Gilbert stopped his car and
asked me to marry him. It was a mutual delight for each of
us. The moon lighted the fields and the telephone pole on
the right of the car. He got out of the car and said, I must put
something here to remember this place. I think he found a
We had been searching in our minds, something to
call the car. It had been helpful in our relationship. We had
been going out together every day since the car arrived.
We decided we should take sometime off to think this over.
It was decided that (we would take) a three-week period to
rejuvenate our tired bodies from all the excitement. There
was the name of the car, Three Weeks.
During the three-week period we tried to bring
ourselves back to civilization. Gilbert called Naugle Store at
least once a week. It always gave me a lift, to know that he
My friends, (Helen, Iva, and Carmen) and I had been
seemed to be right. We got together and went. We girls
had a lot of fun. None of the three suspected that I had
purchased my wedding dress. It was beige georgette with
lace trim, about size 10 or 12. I surprised myself. The price
was about $25. I thought it was pretty. I think it was worn
twice, and was quite dressy.
We resumed normal dating weekends and Wednesday
evenings. [At about the same time, I came down with
chicken pox.] It was all over me. I wasn't too sick, but looked
terrible. Gilbert came out to see me bringing some popular
sheet music. Gilbert was surprised at my piano ability.
I shocked myself. Another plus for me. His singing was
beautiful. He sang as we were driving or out for a ride. It was
During this time, I tried to sort out my life. My family
had always been protective of me. Dad would say, She is
worth a million, but couldn't get a dime. During these weeks
I found time to write Dad and Aunt Dora. It was a letter that
talked about Gilbert. I explained that I wanted and felt was
time for me to get married and I did want a family. Gilbert and
I loved each other. [I told them that] we will call and come
over for you to meet. I remember, as if it had happened
yesterday. I drove Gilbert's car over the yellow clay roads.
The folks had a fire going in the stove in the parlor or south
room. I think we had kerosene lights. The electricity had
not come to us. I showed Gilbert the house. Aunt Dora had
cake and coffee for us. It was primitive poor happy farm
family. Dad showed love for me by giving me a hug and kiss.
Gilbert kissed Aunt Dora. Gilbert asked permission to marry
told them we would probably live in
would come home as often as possible. It had been a happy
meeting. Gilbert and I left feeling happy.
During the next six weeks, we saw each other on
weekends and Wednesday evenings. I continued to prepare
the food for the Naugles each evening. Gil came out for
dinner frequently, usually on a Wednesday. Our schoolwork
had been neglected and we needed to give some time to
meetings and preparation. The food I prepared was simple,
usually Justine made suggestions and I prepared whatever
they wanted. I was not a cook. I learned to cook after we
were married. Gilbert loved to eat and I had to learn and
adjust fast. The Naugle Store was open on Wednesday
evenings. Gilbert came early, had our dinner, and visited:
spending some time with music at the piano and his
singing and my playing piano as best I could. Always was
one popular tune at that time. A favorite of ours. He was
somewhat embarrassed to bring The Song Has Ended,
but we survived it by joking, etc. There are others that I'll list.
There was usually something going on at the high school
on Friday night. He came for me. And I was accepted by
his friends easily. My wardrobe (trousseau) was developing
each time I shopped at Friedman Dress Shop. I think she
was buying for me. The dresses were darling on me. I
weighed 113 pounds. Gilbert seemed to be pleased to
see me looking pert and cute. He the handsome, debonair
I was not accepted by everyone in the town of
priority, faculty members and friends. I was Gilbert's choice
and we were able to meet the criticism. We had not done
any wrong, held our heads high, and enjoyed every moment
of living. It was simple, two people who had fallen in LOVE.
I had not given the wedding date or marriage much
thought. The time, place, and how, evolved around his
Father's (Eugene Lester Small) March 17th birthday. Since
my heritage could be Irish Mother Maud Braden Quinn
and dad Henry Quinn, I was labeled My Wild Irish Rose,
My Irish Bride, etc. I had always expected to be the brunt
of jokes, not at all serious. Keep my sense of humor, I tried.
be held at
Gilbert contacted his Father, brothers Ralph, Arthur (at that
teaching in Culver,
friends Howard Crane and voice teacher Estelle Pershing
and her husband Dave Pershing. He told me about writing
to see if all could give an evening to meeting his fiancÚ and
parsonage of the Congregational Church in
The Secret Wedding Escape
We went by
teachers' institute. He made all the plans. The train came
the car there, and boarded the northbound train. He got me
a berth and I slept quite well, but who should peak in at me
to see if I was all right? I was.
The next morning we arrived about We walked
checked in at the Stevens (now Hilton) Hotel and then we
picked up tickets to the matinee of Desert Song and from
there went by streetcar to lunch out to the Small home at
lunch with his parents Eugene and Louise Pope Small, his
brothers Art, Ralph, and Sam, and Ralph's wife Helen (whom
I thought a great deal of). Then we went back downtown
to the theater to see the show. After changing clothes, Art
picked us up at the Stevens and took us to the parsonage of
the church in Chicago Lawn where they were members.
We were married in front of the fireplace with Art and
Elva as our best couple and joined by his parents, brother
Ralph and his wife Helen, stepbrother Sam, friends Howard
Crane, and Estelle and Dave Pershing. We all went back
to the house for a wedding supper prepared by Louise and
Helen. Dave Pershing sang Because and Yours Truly accompanied
by Helen on the piano. Around 11 we were given
lovely wedding gifts: silver from Art and Ralph, and a beautiful
linen tablecloth from Gilbert's parents..
back at the
the train in
the car in Effingham.
It had rained and we were exhausted and he was
making a turn and the car slipped into a ditch. He had to go
to a nearby house to call a wrecker to get the car out. I was
in the car with the wedding gifts and hoping no one recognized
me. We went home to our own rooms so we could
keep our wedding secret.
It was, however, only about a week that we could
secret. Then it was announced in the
Daily Register. We found an apartment and moved in together.
The students nicknamed it blue heaven, after the
the first summer in
home in their extra bedroom upstairs. We spent each
Sunday going to a well known church. Gil sang solos or
sang in a quartet. We had dinners with Helen and Ralph at
DeMet's and had delicious meals. Gil worked at Continental
Can while we were there for about two months. He helped
make cans for food.
Henry Quinn, 1929.
I did not
have employement in
principal if I'd like to work half days at the public library.
I thought it was quite a compliment. We had enjoyable
evenings at the library. Gilbert would be doing work and
I'd be checking the books out. I believe it was about four
years. We belonged to a bridge club and enjoyed that every
Saturday nite. We had a series of little apartments. The next
two or three were furnished apartments and finally had a
nice place with the Perkins on the second floor. We had a
bought at Lyon and Healy in
to teach in
entrance exam that all teachers were required to take and
well. He was placed at
the north side. On the south side growing up, he attended
college degree was from the
his brothers also went. He was quite musical and sang in the
university choir and was a soloist.
hard to leave southern
hated to see us go. We had spent a lot of time on Sundays
with them. Gil sang in the choir at the Methodist church,
and afterwards we would change clothes and go out to the
country for a wonderful chicken dinner or pork chops and all
the fixings. Blondel and Kathryn and their husbands would
always be there. We would miss coming out to the farm for
our car to
place. It was all we could afford. It was located at 916
(Dakin?) Street on the north side and had a dinette and
kitchen and our bedroom was a sort of pull down bed in a
closet in the living room. We had our piano sent up from
use. We had to buy as we went along.
The Depression hit us and taxes were not collected
for the teachers salaries, so we were not paid. The building
owner did not charge us rent for about a year and a half,
and when Gil received a lump sum, we were able to pay him
We had to sell our car, so we took the train back down
to visit my family during the summer. Every summer we'd be
at the farm for a month or six weeks. Gilbert helped screen
in the front porch for comfortable sleeping on warm nights.
... Thus, the country girl made her home in the big city with
her handsome husband and began another chapter in her
long life The story continues in numerous family scrapbooks.
The above photo was taken in 1936 on the farm. Gladys passed away at age 102 on May 26, 2008.