This One's For You, Mae!

NOTE: I submitted the following as an Op-Ed piece to the Providence Journal, to run a day or two after the 2016 presidential election, assuming Hillary Clinton were to be elected. Unfortunately that was not to be, but the sentiments are still true so I am sharing it here. Still hope I'll have a chance to say this "for real" in my lifetime!

A woman elected President of the United States! I can’t help but wonder what the grandmother I never met would have said about that.

Let me tell you a little bit about her. Mary Gibney, known as Mae, was born in the summer of 1887 in New York City. She was still close to the old country—her mother, and all four of her grandparents, had been born in Ireland.

Mae worked for the phone company as a clerk, and married James Beyer in 1911. Mae’s photos from that era show a round-faced, cheerful looking young woman with a headful of brown hair coaxed into a Gibson girl hairdo.

Mae and Jimmy had two children in quick succession—Mary Eleanor in 1912 and Edwin in 1914. By the time Edwin was born, Jimmy had become the assistant manager of the Harrisburg Ko-Kola Company, and the family had moved from New York City to Pennsylvania.

By the spring of 1919, Mae was pregnant again. Perhaps there had been miscarriages in between—I’m sure a young Catholic couple in those days wanted as many children as possible.

On January 12, 1920, the census enumerator visited the Beyers’ home, a modest three-bedroom brick and frame duplex in a blue-collar neighborhood in Harrisburg PA. He recorded the presence of all four Beyers. They had moved in during the previous summer—seeking more space for their growing family. Young Robert was born two weeks later on January 27, a big, strapping boy.

But the family was dealt a huge blow a week after Robert’s birth when Mae and her daughter both came down with influenza—late victims of a pandemic which had swept the world starting in 1918. 675,000 are said to have died in the US, and Pennsylvania was one of the hardest hit states.

I often think of Mae, the cheerful young grandmother I never met, especially when I get my annual flu shot. And I have thought about her a lot in this election year. The 19^th amendment guaranteeing women the right to vote had been ratified in New York, her home state, and in Pennsylvania, her adopted state, during the early months of her pregnancy in the summer of 1919. As the months ticked by, more states ratified the amendment, and by the time of Robert’s birth there were 27 states on board. She must have hoped that she would gain the opportunity to vote in her first presidential election in November, 1920. Politics was always a key subject of conversation at the Beyer dinner tables of my father’s childhood, and the family were staunch Democrats.

Sadly that was not to be. By the middle of February, 1920 both Mae and her daughter were dead, leaving Jimmy Beyer with a six-year-old son and a three-week-old infant to care for. Mae’s mother, also named Mary, had come to Harrisburg to help with the children, and she too died there, in April, of bronchial pneumonia. Three generations of Marys, cut down within a few short months.

That motherless baby grew up to spend 50 years on the physics faculty at Brown University, and to be my Dad. I’m sure Mae would have been proud of him. It’s harder to know, though, what she would have to say about the results of this momentous election. But I know what I’d like to say to her.

“Grandma Mae, I am now a 71-year-old woman, the oldest daughter of the infant son you knew and loved for only a brief few weeks. I have never known a world in which I could not or did not vote, and I was the first of your female descendants to vote in a presidential election. And this year, Mae, I voted proudly for a woman to be President of the United States! Can you imagine that, Mae? A woman running for President? And she won!”

Sam Walter Foss

Most days in the first decade of the 20^th century, a handsome man with close-cropped, curly hair and a twinkle in his eye would hop on the Highland Avenue trolley in Somerville, right in front of his house, and ride the scant mile to the Somerville Public Library at the other end of Highland Avenue. Once there, Sam Walter Foss assumed the duties of Head Librarian, a job he held for the last 13 years of his life, and one which gave him time to do what he loved—mingle with the common man, give help to others, hone his sense of humor, and work on his poetry and essays.

Part of a plaque dedicated to Foss at the Somerville Public Library.

At the time of his death after a failed surgery in 1911, Sam Walter Foss was heralded by the Somerville Journal as “the most beloved man in Somerville,” and was the author of over 700 poems and five published books of poetry. In addition, he pioneered many modern innovations in library service, and had built the library’s circulation to the second largest in New England—lagging behind only that of the Boston Public Library. (This, despite the fact that Somerville was only the 14^th largest city in New England, outflanked by other cities with Ivy League universities, such as Providence, Cambridge, and New Haven.)

Sam Walter Foss was a product of three New England states: New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts. He was born in Candia, NH, son of Dyer Foss and Polly (Hardy) Foss, on June 18^th, 1858. Sam’s fifth great-grandfather, John Foss, had emigrated from England to New Hampshire in the 1630s, and Sam was the eighth-generation scion of hardy New Hampshire farming stock.

His mother died when he was only four years old, and he was toughened up early—working on his father’s farm and going to school in the winters. But he had his mind set on education from an early age. When the family moved to Portsmouth after Dyer Foss’s remarriage, Sam walked three miles each way to attend Portsmouth High School, and hatched a plan with a high school classmate, Arthur Gage, to attend college. Gage recalled these events in a 1921 letter: “At the end of our second year in the high school, Foss and myself made up our minds that we wanted to go to college. To enter college at that time Latin and Greek seemed to be necessary. Classes in Latin were given in high school but there was no Greek class and at our request the principal gave us instruction in Greek.”

Their rudimentary efforts to master the classical languages were not sufficient for the college entrance exams. Despite having been the class salutatorian at Portsmouth, Arthur went to work as a bookkeeper in town, and Sam went to what is now The Tilton School, at the recommendation of the Portsmouth principal, to do a year of postgraduate study. In mid-October, Gage recalls that he “received urgent letters from Foss urging me to come [to Tilton], that by doing janitor work we would be able to earn one-half of our tuition and board.”

After their year of postgraduate work, both young men were accepted to Brown University with scholarships, and a 50% tuition break. A math teacher at Tilton, Prof. Dixon, was uncle to Prof. Nathaniel “Toot” Davis at Brown, and the two appeared to have had some influence on this outcome. Arthur Gage’s family took the unusual step of moving to Providence, and Sam Foss boarded with the Gage family during much of his time there. “At other times,” continued Gage, “he obtained jobs like taking care of furnaces and did not board with us.” Sam also worked on a farm during the summers to earn his tuition for each subsequent academic year. [1]

Foss graduated from Brown in 1882 and was named class poet (as he had been at Portsmouth HS). Writing was the career path he selected, and with a partner he took over the Lynn (MA) Saturday Union. By 1883 he was the sole proprietor and editor of the paper, and started a weekly humor column, which met with great success. The paper was sold a few years later and he moved to Boston in 1887 to edit the Yankee Blade and write editorials for the Boston Globe. It is said that he wrote a poem a week for the Blade, and in the last two years of his tenure there also wrote a poem a day for a syndicate. He contributed to Tidbits, in New York (where he wrote most of the jokes and poetry in the paper), satirical magazines Puck and Judge, Youth’s Companion, The (NY) Sun, the Christian Science Monitor, and the New York Tribune.

In 1887 he married Carrie Conant, whom he must have courted while he was at Brown. She was the daughter of the Rev. Henry W. Conant, a Methodist minister and a temperance advocate in Providence, and was a successful woman in her own right—she had graduated from the RI State Normal School (now Rhode Island College) and served as principal of the Potters Avenue School in Providence at the time of their marriage. The Fosses had two children—a son, Saxton Conant (named for Carrie’s brother) in 1888 and a daughter, Mary Lillian, known as Molly, in 1893.

By 1893 Sam had accumulated a growing reputation and enough poems to bring out his first book of verse: Back Country Poems. He was able to quit his job at the Yankee Blade in 1894, and turn to writing full-time, publishing four more books of poetry in his too-short life. These included Whiffs from Wild Meadows (1895), Songs of War and Peace (1898), The Song of the Library Staff (1906), and Songs of the Average Man (1907).

In his poetry, he uses the voice of the common man, and many are written in a New England vernacular—Sam was never far from his country roots. They are largely optimistic, often nostalgic, and champion the power of the individual and a strong work ethic. He is sometimes critical of societal institutions, and pokes fun at organized religion (though he was married to a minister’s daughter, and was a church-going Methodist himself). He is supportive of science and technology, and, 26 years before the Scopes “monkey” trial, wrote a poem entitled “The Yeast of Evolution” in which he discusses how evolution moved the earth from volcanoes, to dragons, to hairy savages, to Moses, Homer, Plato, and Shakespeare.

One of the most significant moves in his career was when he was unanimously elected head librarian of the Somerville Library in 1898, a post he would hold for the next 13 years.

Sam Walter Foss's house in Somerville MA.

Sam Foss was not trained as a librarian, but he was certainly a lover of books, and honed his craft on the job. During his tenure in Somerville, he initiated many revolutionary programs and policies which spread to other New England libraries through his advocacy. He was an active member (and frequent speaker) of The Association of New England Librarians of Public Libraries, and was accorded the respect of his fellow librarians when he was elected president of the Massachusetts Library Club in 1904. In Somerville his innovations included opening the stacks to patrons (allowing them to select their own books); installing a children’s room, a reference room, and a school department; adding books to the collection that “ordinary” men and women would enjoy reading; stocking multiple copies of popular books; establishing traveling collections for schools, factories, nursing homes, and hospitals; and opening the library every evening.

In 1908, Brown University awarded him an honorary degree, “master of arts, librarian and man of letters, singer of kindly songs in many keys, spreading by the poet’s art the elemental virtues of courage, sympathy, and faith.”

He was a frequent speaker at many clubs and meetings, and his speeches, neatly hand-written on the backs of his Somerville Library stationery, clearly state his point of view on writing, books, libraries, and many other topics of the day.

On books:

“A lecture on books is like a lecture on the universe—a very large subject for any small man. I shall consider books as a device, an invention for bottling up human thoughts and passing them about from hand to hand and from generation to generation. Books are the canned fruit of the intellect—human ideas, as it were made into portable jelly—preserved thoughts for man to feed on in the winter of his mind.”

On reading:

“I don’t know much about Campbell’s condensed soup and I am not in Campbell’s pay as an advertising agent. But I like his advertisement which we see in the street cars which reads: 'Just add hot water and serve.' Now that’s what you’ve got to do with a book when you read it. Put work into it, grapple with it, give mental sweat and intellectual wrestling to it. 'Just add hot water and serve.'"

On the role of the librarian:

“Don’t stay in the library all the time yourself and stagnate in the musty atmosphere of your dead books. Be a public and not a private man. Get out and feel the dynamic thrill that comes from contact with live men. The club, the exchange, the street, the philanthropic and economic organizations that are feeling out for the betterment of mankind are the places where the librarian should be found frequently. He should be the best-known man or woman in the city. A dollar bill that never circulates is not worth as much as a copper cent that keeps moving. Nearly every librarian ought to double the circulation of his books and treble the circulation of himself.”

The Somerville Public Library.

Sam clearly took this last bit of advice to heart. When he died in 1911, the Somerville Journal reported that flags were flown at half-mast; the mayor was an honorary pall-bearer; and the city clerk, city treasurer, building commissioner, and engineer were ushers. The church was filled to overflowing. The public library was closed for the afternoon, and the city hall from noon to 2:30, to honor “Somerville’s most beloved citizen.”

Despite his years in Somerville, he was buried at the North Burial Ground in Providence, RI.

Sam’s poetry would go on to gladden hearts and make speakers’ points for years to come. In 1929, his poem “The House by the Side of the Road” was named the second most popular poem in America, and it was frequently memorized by school students through the 1930s. It is said that the repeated chorus of the poem: “I want to live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man,” was embroidered on more samplers during this period than “Home Sweet Home.”

For many years, the opening three words of his poem “The Coming American” graced the US Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, engraved in stone over the portal on the “Warrior Ramp.” (During the time the words were engraved there, it became known as the “Bring Me Men” ramp.) The words of the entire verse are appropriate to both the mountainous setting and the academy’s purpose:

The Brown University mace with Sam's name at the bottom.

“Bring me men to match my mountains,

Bring me men to match my plains,

Men with empires in their purpose

And new eras in their brains." [2]

The full four lines are also engraved on the South Wall in the American Adventure Pavilion at Walt Disney’s Epcot’s World Showcase.

And Sam Walter Foss is also remembered every time a ceremonial occasion takes place at Brown University—since he is one of 12 distinguished alumni whose names are engraved on the Gorham silver mace carried by the Brown President.  (His fellow engravees include Horace Mann, Samuel Gridley Howe, and John Hay.) The mace was given to Brown in 1928 when Foss, 17 years deceased, was at the height of his popularity.

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[1] Arthur Gage also graduated from Brown in 1882, studied law at Ropes, Grey in Boston; and was admitted to the bar in 1887.

[2] These words remained there until 2003, when allegations of sexual assault at the Academy forced an examination of the culture there, and they were removed as one part of a broad Agenda for Change.

Illustration Credits

Photograph of Sam Walter Foss is public domain.

All other photos by Catherine Beyer Hurst.

References

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Gage, Arthur E. Letter to Prof. W. E. Jillson. 13 Oct 1921. Somerville Public Library, Somerville, Massachusetts.

“Given Honorary Degree at Brown: Sam Walter Foss Honored by College—Will Deliver Address Here.” Portsmouth Herald, 18 Jun 1908.

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“Imperishable Words.” Food Marketing in New England. Autumn, 1966.

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“Mourn for Dead Poet: Sam Walter Foss, Somerville’s Beloved Citizen Passes Away After an Operation—Wonderful Tribute Paid to Him at Funeral Services.” Somerville Journal, 3 Mar 1911.

Robinson, J. Dennis. “Sam Walter Foss was NH Poet Laureate for the Common Man.” Seacoast NH, 2007. Web. 22 Oct 2014. http://www.seacoastnh.com/Famous-People/Link-Free-or-Die/sam-walter-foss-was-nh-poet-laureate-for-the-common-man/?showall=1

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H.P. Lovecraft's Connections to the North Burial Ground in Providence

Howard P. Lovecraft (1890-1937), one of the most significant authors of weird/horror fiction in the 20^th century, was a nearly lifelong resident of Providence. While he and his ancestors are buried at the Swan Point Cemetery, there are numerous Lovecraft connections with the North Burial Ground. These connections include both characters and settings from his fiction as well as real-life neighbors and acquaintances.

The North Burial Ground Setting

The North Burial Ground holds a place of prominence in two of Lovecraft’s best-known works, “The Shunned House” and The Case of Charles Dexter Ward.

In “The Shunned House,” a short story written in 1924, the inception of the North Burial Ground creates the premise for the entire story. The story postulates that the house at 135 Benefit Street (known to Lovecraft as The Babbitt House, as the Harris House in the story, as the Mawney house according to the Providence Preservation Society plaque it bears, or as “the Shunned House” to 21^st century locals) was built over the graves of Huguenots with possible “demoniac” ancestry. The house is the oldest extant house on Benefit Street, and would have been well-known to Lovecraft since his aunt, Lillian Phillips, had lived there as a companion to Sophia Babbitt from 1919-1920.

The "Shunned House" on Benefit Street.

In the opening pages of the story, Lovecraft describes how the house came to be:

Its construction, over a century and a half ago [about 1764], had followed the grading and straightening of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street—at first called Back Street—was laid out as a lane winding amongst the graveyards of the first settlers, and straightened only when the removal of the bodies to the North Burial Ground made it decently possible to cut through the old family plots.

According to the story, there was no record of the transfer of the Huguenot graves to the North Burial Ground, thus leaving this ancient evil in the ground to infect the house and its inhabitants through the generations.

In The Case of Charles Dexter Ward, a novel written in 1927, but not published until after Lovecraft’s death, the North Burial Ground also features prominently. It is the location of numerous grave visits by various personages, both real and fictional, in both the 18^th and the 20^th centuries. Early in the story, recounting occurrences in 1771, Lovecraft writes:

a party of ten visited the old North Burying Ground opposite Herrenden’s Lane [now Rochambeau Avenue] and opened a grave. They found it vacant, precisely as they had expected.

Later entries deal with incursions into the Burial Ground in the 20^th century, with the fictional Robert Hart, night watchman, discovering the culprits. Dr. Marinus Willett, the physician who is treating Charles Dexter Ward for his unexplained psychological and physical changes, finds the story in the Providence Journal, where he reads that Hart found

The Rochambeau Avenue entrance to the NBG.

a party of several men with a motor truck in the oldest part of the cemetery, but apparently frightened them off before they had accomplished whatever their object might have been. . . . The diggers must have been at work for a long while before detection, for Hart found an enormous hole dug at a considerable distance back from the roadway. . . . The hole, a place as large and deep as a grave, was empty. . . . In reply to questions Hart said he thought the escaping truck had headed up Rochambeau Avenue [thus marking it as roughly the same location as the 1771 visit described above].

It is important to note that near the current pedestrian entrance to the North Burial Ground at the intersection of North Main St. and Rochambeau Ave. was formerly a main entrance to the cemetery, near the section that contained the oldest graves.

A bit later in the story, Hart again discovers that the “ghouls” who had been at work in the cemetery had apparently dug up and robbed the grave of the fictional Ezra Weeden.

Finally, Dr. Willett himself visits the cemetery, leading to an article in the Evening Bulletin which describes his visit.

Hart observed the glow of a lantern or pocket torch not far to the northwest, and upon opening the door detected the figure of a man with a trowel very plainly silhouetted against a nearby electric light. . . . He saw the figure dart hurriedly towards the main entrance, gaining the street and losing himself among the shadows. . . . A vacant part of the Ward lot shewed signs of a little superficial digging.

Willett describes the results of his visit to the NBG to Charles Ward’s father near the end of the novel:

You can put up a stone in your lot at the North Burial Ground exactly ten feet west of your father’s and facing the same way, and that will mark the true resting place of your son.

To read more about all the connections between Lovecraft and folks buried at the North Burial Ground, including such figures as the Brown Brothers, Stephen Harris, Cyrus Butler, Abigail Cushing, and Clara Hess, visit the H.P. Lovecraft tour on the website of the North Burial Ground Project, where I have documented over 20 denizens of the NBG who were friends or neighbors of Lovecraft, appeared in his books and stories, built or owned houses in which he lived, etc.

On Broadway: Barnaby Castle Update

This past weekend, the WBNA (West Broadway Neighborhood Association) hosted a house tour, and we had the opportunity to see the interiors of a number of homes of interest, including Barnaby Castle.  Several people who read my previous post on the Barnaby Castle, and its interesting history, inquired about the house, and about what's happening with the renovation, so here's an update.

The house is currently undergoing renovation. The first floor rooms will be finished as an elegant event rental space for events up to 100 people.

The second floor will contain two apartments. The third floor will contain one apartment, which will eventually be occupied by the building's owner, though I believe it will be rented on the market in the short term.

The second floor is in pretty good shape--kitchen plumbing/wiring and bathrooms have been installed. We did not see the third floor.

The first floor still needs a lot of work--a lot of prep has been done (e.g. fitting drywall into the damaged plaster spots) but there is still a lot of work to do.

Below are some first floor photos.

It's great to see this beautiful old gem undergoing renovation!!