Thanksgiving Greetings: Lionel and Bertha!

Happy Thanksgiving to one and all!

I am grateful for the memories of holidays past and glad that I am able to share my family stories with you, including the one that follows. In today’s blog, I share a Thanksgiving Greetings postcard that was sent by Gra Gra (Bertha) and her brother Lionel to their grandmother (Grandma Julia), in Plainville, Mass.

The publisher of this postcard is not clearly identified, so I am not sure on that but it was postmarked in 1909 from Riverpoint (West Warwick), R.I. At the time this card was sent, Bertha would have been 18 years old and Lionel age 17. To me, it looks like Lionel’s handwriting on the card.

His handwritten message reads:

Love from your two big grandchildren. Lionel & Bertha.

Julia Ann Moore James (1836-1914) was a nurse as shown in the picture below. I have not yet identified who the other lady might be, whether it was a co-worker or a family member, I am not certain at this time.

Bertha Lillian (1891-1983) and Lionel Henry (1892-1969) were two of five children born to George Lang Parkhurst James (1869-1926). In addition to Bertha and Lionel, their sibling Howard Allan James (1894-1963) was the third child born to Martha Ella Carr James Cady (1873-1920). George and Martha were divorced in 1894. Since Martha had limited means, the two older children were placed with George and the baby Howard was allowed to remain with his mother.

The below pictures are identified, as follows: the top larger block is Bertha at 8 years old and is the earliest picture of her that I have found to this point, she is also in the picture just to the right of that at age 16 with the hair bow; the lady with the bangs is Martha and George next to her with Julia on the right which is a tin-type photo. I will show some pictures of Lionel further on in this story as I do not readily have a young picture of him.

George remarried to Susan Mary Henrich (1876-1956) and they had two sons together: Vincent Charles James (1901-1997) and Lester Hill James (1905-1996). Susan and the two younger boys are pictured below.

Bertha and Lionel remained close throughout their lives and he used to come to her house to help with things like shoveling snow or little handy tasks that needed tending to. Below is a picture of him after a winter snowstorm standing next to his car.

In my last blog, I mentioned about the summer cottage we had when I was young and we frequently had visitors including Gra Gra and Uncle Lionel. There is a picture below with myself, my brothers, my parents (my dad is hardly visible standing in back) and Bertha and Lionel. In my last blog, I mentioned about the back addition to the cottage and I thought it was about 1968 but this picture is from 1966 and I can see that the addition is already on the back by this point, so it was at least started by 1966.

In my last blog, I also mentioned a swimming area, in the Charlestown Beach area, called “Danger Deep” located at the shack. Below is a picture of Uncle Lionel swimming with us there. I am the blonde-headed kid in the water on the left side of the picture.

Although I am not able to gather with my children and grandchildren on this Thanksgiving Day, I am grateful to spend some time sharing my family memories with you. There are previous blogs that I have written that tie into the family members listed here today and I will make a list of those links below.

Uncle Lionel military service: Uncle Lionel: Fort Greble, RI; Vet of WWI

Other Links: Turkey Day Memories

Thanks Mom for the Effort!

A Thanksgiving Greeting from 1908!

Intro to Grandma Julia and the Bitgood’s Pine Knoll Laboratory

Intro to Gra Gra & Volunteering at Kent Hospital

Wishing all a Happy Thanksgiving!

Until next time…

Suffrage and The Independent Man

Stop! Think for one moment. I ask you to consider just how massive the span of time that covers the course of seventy-two years. That was the expansive number of years it took for the struggle and fight by women in this country to achieve the right to vote.

The women’s suffrage movement was first launched in 1848. After decades of struggle, the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution was successfully achieved in 1920. This Amendment guarantees all American women the right to vote.

I have taken the following definitions for the words “suffrage” and “suffragette” from the online Merriam-Webster Dictionary.

The definition of suffrage is: “The right to vote in an election”.

On the front side of my featured postcard, it says, “Suffragette Vote-Getting, The Easiest Way”. The word suffragette means: “A woman who worked to get voting rights for women in the past when women were not allowed to vote”.

The back side of my featured postcard is unused, no writing, so I cannot be completely certain which of my three “leading ladies” it belonged to, see my posting Intro to my blog. However, my best guess is that it belonged to Aunt Etta who seemed to be very involved in civic organizations and such. As I was gathering background information for this blog, I gained much appreciation for my own ancestors that had a hand in the suffrage movement. To learn more about Aunt Etta, refer to my previous posting Intro to Aunt Etta And Her Great Adventures.

At the end of this blog, I have a list of “Works Cited” since  I have used several sources for the information used in my details listed here today.

The featured postcard was published in 1909 by the Dunston-Weiler Lithograph Company and is Number 4 in what was a series of 12 anti-woman suffrage postcards. These lithographic cartoon postcards presented an argument that men would become feminized by woman suffrage (Palczewski).

The following quote was found in reference to this card:

In one card called “Suffragette Vote-Getting” for example, a woman campaigns by spontaneously grabbing a stranger while kissing him on the lips. Ultimately the effect is soft ridicule, not the vicious satire that appears on English postcards and occasionally on American examples as well (Florey 275).

Since the election is upon us, my goal would be to remind all of us, especially women, about the huge effort and fight it took for our ancestors to win the right for women to vote. Just think about those seventy-two years they fought for us to have that right–please honor their efforts by voting.

Rhode Island and the Independent Man

Since I reside in Rhode Island and I have a family tie to the statue that sits on top of our state house–a symbol of our independence–I thought the following postcard might be of interest.

The Rhode Island State House, located in Providence, was built during the years of 1895 to 1904. It has the fourth largest self-supported marble dome in the world.

The above Rhode Island State House postcard was postmarked July 16, 1909 and was published by A.C. Bosselman & Co., of New York. The card was printed in Germany. This card was sent to my grandmother Bertha James (Gra Gra), in Riverpoint (West Warwick), Rhode Island. If you would like to learn more about Gra Gra, see my previous blog posting Intro to Gra Gra & Volunteering at Kent Hospital.

Below is a closer look at the publisher information on the back of the postcard.

Sitting on top of the Rhode Island State House is a statue known as “The Independent Man”. He was designed by George Brewster, a sculptor from Massachusetts. The statue originally began in New York City as a statue of Simon Bolivar and was composed of bronze and gold metal.

Mr. Brewster, the designer, formed a partnership with the Gorham Foundry, of Providence, where the statue was melted and cast into the “Independent Man”. The Gorham Foundry was started in 1831, by Jabez Gorham.

This statue was set into place on December 18, 1899 where it remained until 1975 when it was taken down for a one-year makeover in preparation for the Bicentennial. The repairs and gold leaf were done by the Paul King Foundry, in Johnston.

Gra Gra had often mentioned that her father was a moulder and that he had worked on the “Independent Man”–the one sitting on top of the Rhode Island State House. My great-grandfather, George Lang Parkhurst James was born on Cushing Street, in Providence, on February 25, 1869 and died on March 15, 1926. He was a son of Charles Henry and Julia Ann (Moore) James. He was a Moulder by trade, first learning by working at the Providence Locomotive Works. He went on to work for other foundry places in Providence, including the Gorham Foundry, before moving to the Riverpoint section of West Warwick in 1905. To read more about his parents Charles and Julia, please see my previous post Intro to Grandma Julia and the Bitgood’s Pine Knoll Laboratory.

There will be more details about my great-grandfather and his family in future blogs but I will make brief mention here that he was very musically inclined. In addition to his trade as a moulder, he was sought after in the music world to furnish baritone and banjo solos. At times, he was a professional entertainer. Again, I will be sharing more stories and background as time goes on.

This old photo shown below, which previously belonged to my grandmother, has written on the back “Providence before the State House was built” so it would be from prior to 1895. It gives a glimpse into this area at that time, some of these buildings remain today, notice the church steeples in the background.

In closing, as we move forward to Election Day may we be reminded of those in the past that have fought for our independence and the right to vote. Whatever your choice, at least make the effort to vote. After the results, may we all go back to being kind to our friends and neighbors.

Until next time…

Works Cited

Florey, Kenneth. American Woman Suffrage Postcards: A Study and Catalog.  Jefferson, NC: McFarland & Company, Inc., 2015.  Accessed 06 November 2016.

Merriam-Webster Dictionary.  Accessed 06 November 2016.

National Archives.  Accessed 06 November 2016.

Palczewski, Catherine H.  Postcard Archive.  University of Northern Iowa, Cedar Falls, IA.  Accessed 06 November 2016.

Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.  Accessed 06 November 2016.  Accessed 06 November 2016.

Intro to Gra Gra & Volunteering at Kent Hospital

My blog today will be introducing you to my grandmother, otherwise known as Gra Gra, one of my three leading ladies as was mentioned in my first post. She was assigned the name by my eldest brother and later discovered that the word “gra” was a Greek derivative for the word “love”, this being learned within the context of completing a Crossword puzzle. Gra Gra was thrilled to think her grandson had been smart enough to create this name that would turn out to mean “love love”.

Back in 1891, on this date of September 12th, she was born as Bertha L. James. Her life went on to span the course of 92 years until her passing in the early morning hours of February 4th, 1983.

She grew up in the Foxpoint section of Providence, Rhode Island. Her parents were Martha Ella (Carr) James Cady and George Lang Parkhurst James, both are pictured below.

In 1896, at the age of five, her parents were divorced and at the time there were two younger brothers, Lionel and Howard. The court ruled for Gra Gra and Lionel to reside with the father and the baby Howard to reside with their mother. Three years later, in 1899, her father was remarried to Susan Henrich. From this second marriage, two sons were born–Vincent and Lester.

After completing the fifth grade, my grandmother found it necessary to leave her education in order to help support the family. Her working day, in the mill, consisted of ten to twelve hours with her earnings for the week being a mere $4.00.

Even though her classroom education had come to a halt, she never gave up on her inner thirst for knowledge. She was an avid reader and studied a variety of subjects. In a published article, while in her 80’s, she referred to the benefit of learning from others, those she felt to be smarter than herself.

In 1905, her family moved from Providence to the Clyde section of West Warwick. Soon afterward, Gra Gra joined the local Riverpoint Congregational Church where she was an active member for the following 78 years.

Over time, my grandmother was quite the poet, an animal lover and greatly enjoyed her gardens. Her family was very musical and so it was that she played the piano, the ukulele and Hawaiian guitar.

In 1915, she married my grandfather Thomas William Watts “Pop Pop” who she always affectionately called Bill. They are pictured here together, I am not sure of the exact year of this photo.

Gra Gra was the most selfless person I have ever known, devoting her life to serving others. She was a well-known 4-H Leader for many years and was part of the 4-H All Stars. Prior to WWII, she directed local Minstrel shows. Once the war hit, many of the young men in the area headed off to war so those show productions ended. In later years, she would fondly tell me stories about the various costumes as we examined them from a large trunk in the basement.

My featured postcard today is of the Kent County Memorial Hospital, located in Warwick, the postcard itself was printed by the printcraft shop from Cranston, Rhode Island. This hospital was chartered in 1946 and first opened its doors in 1951. My grandmother was a volunteer at the hospital from the time those doors first opened until the mid-70s, this was some time after she had become legally blind making it too difficult to read. She was a member of the hospital auxiliary and I can remember when they held an annual fundraiser where there would be a large tent set up on the front lawn and my grandmother would serve as a fortune-teller of sorts–using her set of tarot cards.

I have at least two plaques that were presented to her from the hospital for her volunteer work there. The following quoted item (shown below) is from a type-written speech that is attached to the back of a plaque from the Thirteenth Annual Meeting of the Corporation, held on Tuesday, November 19, 1963. The front of the plaque itself says it is an Award of Appreciation for 2,000 hours of unselfish devotion to Volunteer Service.

The second plaque is in recognition of 20 years of Volunteer Service to Kent Memorial Hospital, presented in 1971.


Bertha began her volunteer and auxiliary service at the opening of K.C.M.H. She is one of the first women to be assigned to the information desk in the old business office, and has moved with the desk to each of its new locations. Wednesday afternoon and Mrs. Watts at the Information Desk have become synonymous, and on the rare occasion when she has been unable to report on that day it’s just hard to believe.

Because of her many other community activities she has a wide circle of friends in Kent County, and the information desk on her day, sometimes has the appearance of a ‘homecoming reunion’. She has also had much experience working with teenagers, and has ‘adopted’ many of our Candystripers, with whom she continues to keep in touch as they pursue their careers.

She has served on the auxiliary board in various capacities, and worked on many of the auxiliary projects. And, like all the women being honored tonight, she is a dedicated, loyal supporter of K.C.M.H. and my friend and neighbor for more than fifty years!

Read and presented by Robert E. Quinn of the United States Court of Military Appeals. He is also a former Governor of the State of Rhode Island.

Gra Gra was known as the “lady with the braids” as she had worn them crossed over in a circle upon her head for over fifty years. Many young folks called her “Aunt Bertha”.

The picture on the left is of my grandmother and parents, taken some time after 1941.

When I was a very young person, Gra Gra was always very heavy-set in weight and I felt she was a bit stern in demeanor. The turning point came when I was about the age of nine, she had a slight heart attack, lost a lot of weight and we became much closer. It was from about this timeframe, I started spending a lot more time with her, staying over on weekends and school vacations. In the beginning, I think it started as me trying to help her but in the end what enrichment she provided to my life was so much more–she became my sanctuary and always listened without judgement.

The photo on the right was probably one of the last pictures taken of my grandmother and to me this picture, taken in her kitchen, is worth a thousand words.

So many conversations were had at this kitchen table, she passed along so many stories of her life–many were repeated over more than a few times. Even the objects in the picture hold so many memories, the “blue” sugar bowl that would have been sitting on the lazy Susan along with the orange and fiesta green salt and pepper shakers and the sterling butter dish with the little holder for a butter knife. On the counter, in the background, is the pedestal cake stand that may have been harboring a goodie or two. The large double-doored cupboards with a matching set on the other side of the window were filled with dishes, I think there were three, maybe four, sets of dishes–many were collected from the movie shows that gave them away, one piece at a time.

My grandmother followed the “spring cleaning” routine, meaning each spring we would work together taking down the dishes from each shelf row at a time from the cupboards and hand washing each item. The same was done with all the nicknacks located on the whatnot display. During spring school vacations, we also spent many hours raking leaves from the huge yard and garden areas.

She used to tell stories of when she was a child in school and the teacher each day would write a different saying on the board, things like “honesty is the best policy” and “things done by halves are never done right”. Most of these little sayings were taken to heart and “rules” my grandmother lived by over the course of her life.

What a life it was…and so in honor of her birthday, I have explored just a few pieces of her life. In future posts, I will explore other details and explore more genealogy for both her Carr and James ancestors.

Thank you for reading, watch for my next post which should be my introduction to Grandma Julia, another leading lady but whom I did not have the pleasure to meet in person but yet have learned a little about from reading some of the family postcard correspondence.

Until next time…