WHEN IT JUST AIN'T RIGHT - RESEARCH #history #research

Those who know me, know how much I enjoy research. I can get lost in the stacks at the local library, genealogy books and ancestry/family search. Sometimes you come across a book that is the perfect place to find what you are looking for. Then as you dig deeper you find the information is not correct.  The following is a story from my work on early Colorado women doctors. 

A number of people use Wikipedia for a quick resource. I personally love the citations at the bottom of the page. However when it comes to history, it tends to be filtered through the experiences of the writer. I am just as guilty as the next person, but I try to keep the interpretations to a minimum and let the facts speak for themselves. But sometimes....

When researching Dr. Mary E. Phelps, a major source stated she had graduated from Northwestern University Medical College in 1913. The source did say she had a practice in Canon City, Colorado. Since the town is only about thirty minutes away from my house, I headed down there to see what I could find. Nothing for the 1913 time frame. However, when I went back in the records, I found her practicing in Canon City in 1895. I found records of her delivering three babies that year. One in January, one in February and the third in July.

Additional research showed her name in the local paper as attending social functions in 1899. Her name also appears int the city directory during the 1890s

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Arkansas River that flows through Canon City, CO
From authors collection

I also found Dr. Phelps listed in the physicians licensing book. She received her license #1951 in 1894.

A round of Google Books research found Dr. Phelps active in the Fremont County Medical Society, with some meetings being held in her offices in Canon City. In 1908 she was elected president of the Colorado Women's Medical Society and in 1910-11 she was one of the passengers on the ship "Cleveland" when it made its trip around the world. That trip was immortalized in the book "Around the World on the Cleveland" by William Givens Frizell, ‎George Henry Greenfield. 

Sometimes our efforts just ain’t right, but if we keep going and trying we eventually will find the truth.  Whether it is research or writing, keep at it until you get to the nugget of truth and build from there. Dr. Phelps story can now go forward, it's just finding time to tell the stories. 

My first novel "Josie's Dream" has a female doctor starting practice on the Eastern Plains of Colorado. Here is a short excerpt.

Now here she was in Kiowa Wells, on the eastern plains of Colorado just a few miles from the railhead at Kit Carson. Her biggest obstacle now was finding a place to set up her medical practice.

Despite his reservations, her father gave her a medical bag, equipped with the basics. “Something to remind you of this commitment, your Hippocratic oath,” were his parting words.

Her parents, though still in Iowa, were in her heart. Still, she knew it had been time to leave. While others of her friends were getting married, she had gone to medical school, her path clear to her.

“Can I help you?” The voice behind her asked, a hand reaching around to grab her bags.

Turning to face the speaker, Josie took in the disheveled appearance, the look of cunning in the eyes.

“I can manage, thank you,” Josie replied, taking a firmer hold on her belongings.

“Now, there is no need to be rude. I was just tryin’ to be helpful,” the man said as he tugged at her bag.

Stiffening, Josie sternly repeated, “I can manage.”

With a hard yank, the man managed to pull her doctor bag loose and without a thought, Josie swung her large bag at the man, striking him on the legs as he turned to run off. Instead, he found himself flat on the ground.

Calmly, Josie bent, retrieved her property, and knowing he was just stunned, started down the street. She had only gone a few steps when she heard a bellow behind her.

“Let me get to the point quickly,” she said as she turned to her tormentor, who stopped so quickly he almost fell. “I have nothing of value you could use. So, unless you are in need of medical care, I suggest you stop while you are ahead.” Now, standing close, she could smell the liquor on him. Her eye took in his inability to stand upright without swaying. But to be fair, his fall might have had something do to with that.

“Doctorin’?” he questioned, “you’re lying.”

The two of them were drawing a crowd. Not the best way to start, Josie thought, but not a bad one either.

“Yes, as you say doctorin’, I am a Doctor.”

“Well, I’ll be — a lady doctor,” he said. “You sure you’re not just…”

“I am a doctor,” Josie emphasized, “now it has been a long trip.” Turning, drawing herself up to her full five-foot-four-inch height, she continued walking forward.

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