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Sunday, July 12, 2020
What is your inner home like? By Ruth Eckles
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Nancy Gilbert's memories of early moves, from New Orleans to Hot Springs, Ark., and more. First Draft
EARLY YEARS; BIG MOVES...
MOVE 1
When I Iived with Papa and Mama in New Orleans my best
friend and neighbor was
Anne Soule – I often went to Sunday School with her. Then
there was real school. In first
grade I didn’t know what recess was. When the kids started
running outside I thought it
must be lunchtime so I went home. (I think I was returned to
school). Second grade was
much better – the school books featured Bob and Nancy and
lots of cutting and pasting.
Suddenly my whole life turned around. We were leaving the
city and moving to Hot
Springs. I recall being quite upset that I would have to
give up my bed...a twin bed just
like Susie’s. It also meant that I couldn’t play with Anne
any more.
My mother, unimpressed by the Arkansas public school system,
signed me up for third
grade in a Catholic parochial school. I can’t remember much
about the classroom topics.
However I was allowed to skip the daily catechism teachings.
Sister Roberta let me
doodle while she droned on.
I lived across the street from a classmate who showed me the
ropes: how to use holy
water and explained the stations of the cross. I learned
“Hail Mary full of grace” by heart
and added a few to my five “Now I Lay Me Down to Sleeps”
along with a list of God
blesses for all the family members. I prayed every night at
bedtime...carefully spreading
my hair on the pillow so I would look nice if I should die
before I woke. I think it was the
prayers that most disturbed my mother.
I missed my old New Orleans home and school and kept a paper
bag under my bed
stocked with some snacks and clean underwear – ready to go
if I decided to run away.
MOVE 2
Then the family moved out to a big house in the country and
I was transferred to the Hot
Springs Public School for fourth grade. We never met Mr.
Hendricks, owner of the
house, and a prominent member of the highway commission who
had used state funds to
build his dream home. He dammed the stream that ran through
the property creating a
lake (stocked with bass) and built a lovely walkway with
weeping willows along the
edges. Mrs Hendricks lived in a basement apartment while he
was spending his days in
jail. She was very welcoming to me and Susie. We liked to
help her make butter with a
glass churn. We were allowed to turn the wooden blades until
the cream turned into
butter. Very exciting. The butter was put into a wooden case
with a sliding top and
refrigerated.
She also a one-eyed handyman (Charlie?) who took care of
everything – including a few
cows. When one of the cows gave birth the calf was named
NanSue after us.
It was a happy time for me -- I loved being in the country.
There was Susie, Bobby, Terry
and baby Michael to be looked after. No one paid much
attention to my excursions. I
crawled across the stream on a fallen log and hiked up the
Ozark hills. I discovered a
little cave with a stalactite hanging down. Further up there
was a cabin of friendly
hillbillies. I found a fenced-in area with a stile...just
like in picture books. I climbed over
it and discovered berry bushes – Boyson berries. I found
pecan and holly trees. Beautiful
slim sumac trees – I could peel the bark for wands. I
thought maybe I’d grow up to be a
naturalist.
I knew little about Bradley’s work for “Hot Springs, the
Nation’s Spa.” I just remember
the drive into town with him every day with “Good Morning
Breakfast Clubbers” on the
radio. We were always late ...it took me a long time to
understand why the teacher always
greeted my arrival with “Merry Christmas, Nancy.”
I suppose I had picked up some information about God and His
requirements from the
catechism classes. I began to truly resent Him when I
learned that he was always spying
on me -- even when I picked my nose or went to the bathroom.
I missed my privacy.
The house was built on a large grassy area and one afternoon
there was a fierce
thunderstorm. Pounding rain, great, loud bolts of thunder
and lightning. I ran out to the
yard shouting “I don’t believe in you GOD! Go ahead and
strike me down!”
Nothing happened. I was free. I was ten.
There was a hammock hanging near the pond where I spent many
hours with The Swiss
Family Robinson. I also loved and wept with Little Women.
Two young men lived with us....renting rooms in the big
house. They were known as The
Boys. I was especially fond of Dick Slater, a Canadian who
was called home to join
Canada’s war effort. I can only remember the first two lines
of the awful poem I wrote
for the occasion: Oh, Dick has to go to War. Isn’t that a
terrible bore!
Clearly I didn’t know much about war. But not long after
Dick left, Japan bombed Pearl
Harbor. I had no notion of what that meant but I could tell
that it was serious. I can still
picture Ma and Bradley leaning close to the radio to hear
FDR’s speech announcing the
attack and declaring the U.S. at war. December 6, 1941 – A
date that will live in infamy!
That year there wasn’t money for Christmas decorations but
we dipped used flashbulbs
in glue and glitter. I thought they were beautiful.
I had a black board and loved to draw. I invented
Sylitherine. a chalk version of a
beautiful princess. I never wanted to erase her. I also drew
a bathtub after Bradley
requested that I draw him a bath. Not sure if I was being
creative or stubborn.
MOVE 3
Bradley found a (photo-journalism) job with Click magazine
in New York. I’m sure I
finished 4 th grade in Arkansas and began 5 th grade in
Freeport but have no memories of
the move to Long Island – maybe Susie and I went to N.O.
Houses I remember
I was born in NYC; - we moved to a house near Baton Rouge
(where Susie was born). I
think Papa and Mama were involved with some kind of good
works??
A house on Maple St. in N.O. It sat on brick piles – \
The little boy next door and I could crawl under the house.
It was where Katherine came to help care for Susie who had
undulant fever.
I remember Papa excitedly catching a Luna moth for his
collection.
Another house on Walnut St.
I started school _ not sure about kindergarten.
House in Hot Springs...could walk with classmate to school.
House in the country near Hot Spirngs.
It was huge.
House in Freeport, L.I. – 229 Whaley St.
A big house: room for parents, Josie and Daddy, a room for
Nancy and Susan,
A room for Terry and Michael, and finally a small room for
baby Sharon.
Archer Street School 5 th and 6 th grades
Next to Freeport schools....7 th and 8 th grades
Then 9 th and tenth grades.
Grades 11 and 12 at Oakwood\
Most summers included a month in N.O.
Connecticut – Dinglebrook Farm
We all lived in the large Dinglebrook Farm house until after
I was married. It was
wonderfully big with a fireplace, barn, chicken house, pond
and many acres of woods.
Grades 11 and 12 at Oakwood\
Most summers included a month in N.O.