Wednesday, December 6, 2017

GO WEST, YOUNG NURSE, GO WEST


GO WEST, YOUNG NURSE, GO WEST!
By Arletta Dawdy
Jane Arminda Delano heeded the call from New York’s Dr. Thomas Darlington, an old family friend and went to a “dusty mining camp in the Arizona Territory,” sometime in 1886. She may have been there a few months or upwards of three years for the record is lacking. Born in Montour Falls, New York in March of 1862, she was daughter of Union General George Delano and Mary Wright Delano and younger sister of Ada. The death of Jane’s father in the fever driven death march to the Battle of New Orleans inspired her to train at Bellevue Hospital to become a nurse.


 
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In Bisbee, she had to deal with the ravages of yellow fever, typhoid and other conditions among her patients. Raw sewage, human and animal, ran downhill from the miners’ shacks and contaminated tent camps, canals and cabins below. Tombstone Creek carried the germ-infested liquids further afield. The sewer system wouldn’t be built until 1919. Jane would also have treated broken bones injured backs, crushed limbs and burns from mining accident victims. An advocate of public health nursing, she instructed wives, mothers and madams in caring for their own and neighbors in home visits. Issues of sanitation, nutrition, wound care and illness came naturally to her.
One fabled incident from her time in Bisbee has survived:
“All one long dark night she lay awake, listening to a mystifying. terrifying sound just outside her hut. It seemed to come, inch by inch, closer to her window. She watched the intense blackness lighten with the dawn, expecting to see the evil face of a marauder. When daybreak came, after an infinity of waiting for the realization of her terrors, she discovered that it was only her burro rubbing his sides against the corrugated tin walls of her shack.”*
The first Copper Queen Hospital was held in an abandoned mine cave in the hillside, probably the original Glory Hole. This would have been the “hospital” in which Miss Delano served. Later, perhaps around 1888 and under Dr. Darlington’s direction, the next hospital, usually referred to as the “first,” was made of cardboard and was called “the cracker box.” It is hard to imagine how such a structure stood the test of bad weather unless treated with a chemical concoction.
    She pushed for professional nursing training and recognition for women.  Until this time, most nurses were men and women were seen as less than charwomen or slops-pan attendants, despite skills developed in the habits of homemakers and battlefield caregivers over the centuries. Miss Delano went on to teach nursing as the RN degree evolved at New York’s Bellevue Hospital and the University of Pennsylvania
As pestilence and war raged in the southeast with the beginnings of the Spanish American War, Jane Delano ventured into the swamps of Florida; commandeering mosquito netting, she was among the first to drape it over the multitudes of deathly ill typhoid and yellow fever patients. It was a time and place when no one in their right mind would have gone; she’d been there before Bisbee, and knew what to expect. She insisted on sterile living environments for her cadre of nurses, including the mosquito nets to protect them. 
    Little is known of her private life. She took time from her teaching and nursing experience to care for her elderly mother in the early 1900’s. She spent much time gardening, reading to her mother and visiting with friends at their homes in New York and Charlottesville, Virginia. Other than men she worked with over the years, there’s no insight to be found as to romantic liaisons with men or women. She appears to have led an independent, single life.
After 1900, this champion of professional nursing was called to be the First Superintendent of Women Nurses in the Army Medical Corps (1905-1912) Her resignation was accepted by Major General (Doctor) Leonard Wood who described her thus:  
“…gained confidence (of officials) by her sober, solid judgment and by her willingness to consider opposing viewpoints…usually able to get her recommendations through.”**





Jane’s career with the American Red Cross was to once again lead the way in developing the women’s nursing unit of that organization. She gave her energies over to organizing, recruiting and training as well as the myriad administrative responsibilities necessitated by a brand new organization. Mary Clark, author of the missing biography of the exceptional Miss Delano, is quoted in the History of the American Red Cross; she saw her friend as:
“…of such uprightness of character, purity of life and good judgment, that they (her staff) could be relied on to do the discreet and right thing wherever placed.”**
Aside from charming and uniquely elegant wordage of the early 20th century, Miss Delano emerges as a very special person in any language.
 In January 1919, Nurse Delano sailed to France for an inspection tour of America Red Cross hospitals before they evacuated. Her intent was to evaluate the conditions the nurses worked under and the needs of locals for continuing public health services.; she planned to make programmatic recommendations. She was worn, tired out, and had a sore throat and ear troubles. She entered Base Hospital #69, in Savenay, France, was operated on several times for rmastoiditis but the doctors held little hope for her recovery.
    

She died on April 15. 1919.   Jane Arminda Delano’s last words were:
                        “My work, my work, I must get back to my work.”*
She was buried in France until brought back to a heroine’s burial at Arlington National Cemetery. An award in her name is given annually to a deserving nurse at the Cochise County Hospital, formerly known as the Copper Queen Hospital, in Bisbee, Arizona. A daughter of the world, Jane Arminda Delano found a brief yet lasting place as a Sweetheart of the West.

References::
 * Gladwin, Mary E., The Red Cross and Jane Arminda Delano, W.B.Saunders Company, 1931;Kessinger Legacy Reprints, date unknown
** Dock, RN, Lavinia L. et al, History of American Red Cross Nursing, The MacMillan Company, 1922; Kindle version available
*** Clark, Mary A., Memories of Jane A. Delano, Lakeside Publishing Company, 1934, Out of Print      

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Arletta Dawdy writes from Sonoma County, CA of unusual women. Her historic tales are set in Cochise County, AZ She draws on family history, extensive research, and a strong imagination..The Huachuca Trilogy books are available on Amazon. She is currently at work on BISBEE'S GLORY.






Monday, December 4, 2017

HISTORY OF CHRISTMAS ELVES By Cheri Kay Clifton



During Christmas, does one of these little fellas occupy a place in your home? I’ve always had an elf or two either sitting on our mantel, hanging from a light fixture, or perched on a Christmas tree limb.
Have you ever wondered when and where these tiny folks first appeared and how they evolved into cute little creatures dressed in green or red with large, pointy ears and pointy hats?
After doing some research, I found there is a lot of conjecture as to the origin of elves, although most folklorists believe they date back to ancient history. Ancient Norse mythology refers to the ‘alfar’, also know as “hidden folk.” The Scandinavian and Celtic cultures had myths of fairies, elves and nature spirits. Interestingly enough, most folklore of that time depicted elves as more naughty than nice, more mischievous than merry.
The Scandinavians and Celts weren’t the only Europeans who believed in supernatural species. Germans had their dwarves and little sprites called kobolds. Scots had house spirits called brownies.
The word, “elf,” derives from the ancestral language of German and Old English and dates as far back as 500 A.D.
The transition of elf myth to Christmas tradition is difficult to explain. Clearly originating from pagan roots, many countries participated in seasonal celebrations, many of which took place during the winter solstice. Centuries of elf traditions merged with the traditions of Christmas.
The association of Santa Claus with elves could well be linked from the phrasing of Clement Moore’s 1823 poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” better known today as “The Night Before Christmas.” That poem refers to Santa Claus as a “right jolly old elf.”
Godey's Ladies Book
Harper's Weekly
Louisa May Alcott later wrote a book that was called “Christmas Elves” and a popular publication of the times, Godey’s Ladies Book published art work of Santa and his tiny elves. During the 19th Century, many writers were inspired by the elf link to Christmas. In 1857, Harper’s Weekly published a poem called “The Wonders of Santa Claus,” which tells of the elves working for Santa and making toys and sugar plums to fill children’s stockings.


The trademarked “Elf on a Shelf” started in 2005 when author Carol Aebersold self-published a tale of a little elf sent by Santa to report on children’s behavior leading up to Christmas.
Although Santa Claus will always hold top billing, in the USA, Canada, and Great Britain, diminutive elves clad in green and red also add to the magic of children’s Christmas traditions.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

A Fruitcake Tradition

By Paisley Kirkpatrick
Many, many years ago I watched a movie titled "A Christmas Memory." I don't know why the film stuck with me or how it would impact me every Christmas after I'd married. A wonderful actress, Geraldine Page, played a developmentally challenged old woman living somewhere in the rural South. She and her teenage cousin Buddy lived in poverty, but saved their meager funds to buy ingredients to make fruitcakes. One of these fruitcakes ended up being mailed to President Roosevelt.
The annual fruitcake-baking tradition could have been Truman Capote's observational way of writing with his natural dialogue that could have been a semi-autobiographical telling of his upbringing. He wrote about familiar comforts of the people from the south by illustrating one of their traditions in this movie.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGEl6npc2xY
When I got married and met my new mother-in-law, I learned about 'the' recipe for fruitcakes that she made every Thanksgiving. This is the forty-ninth year that I've made three batches of her recipe – the recipe makes six small cakes. We give all but one of the 18 cakes away to people in our community who've been kind to us, businesses that have treated us well, friends, and family. A lot of people say they don't like to eat fruitcake (we all know fruitcakes have a bad reputation), but on many occasions the doubters dared to take a taste of my fruitcake and let me know they loved it. I smile because I've heard it so often. I love it when the people who enjoy the cake, smile warmly when I tell them I've been baking the cakes and they will be ready to send out in a while.
These cakes are my favorite part of Christmas. It's my way of saying thank you. And, then there is the three hours of baking at a low temperature where the house smells heavenly.
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Will Hank Hughes get a second chance at love? Temperance Jameson walked into his office looking for employment. She soon proved she could handle herself in his kitchen, her grace and self-assurance sparked a long-forgotten feeling. Will she awaken his heart?
Temperance faced an over-welling task of preparing three meals a day for the huge trading post family, but she'd do anything to please her hard-working boss. After a couple of months, he insisted she sit at the head of the dining table next to him. It not only established her coveted place in the family, but exposed his feelings for her.
EXCERPT:
Tempie is worried Hank isn't over his grief. When a haunting melody from his dead wife's past turns up, will it draw him back to his memories of his wife or release him to make a new life with her?
"I've asked Tempie to take a walk with me this evening. I'm drowning with doubt. Am I crazy to, uh to..."
"It's that serious?"
"Yes, and since you managed to live through your courtship with Genevieve unscathed, I thought you might give me pointers on how to court Tempie."
Big Dog's unbound laughter had Hank shaking his head.
"You want me to help you court our Tempie?"
Hank nodded. "Why are you laughing? You don't think I'm good enough for her?"
"No, no, no, not at all. In fact, I'm wondering what's taken you so long. My God man, the woman is lovely, caring, a great cook, and according to my wife, she's ummm -- fond, no maybe interested, no wondering how to get you to notice her as a woman, not just as your cook."
"What? Are you sure?"
"I don't pay attention to those kinds of things, but Genevieve does. It's a woman thing. We men are at their mercy."
Hank leaned back against the wall. What am I getting myself into? Could Genevieve be right? Had he not been paying attention to Tempie? Not lately with the mess their preacher made and Danielle's wedding to Jax.
"You're being very quiet, Boss. What are you thinking?"
"I've been a blind fool in regards to romancing her."
Big Dog shook his head. "No, you're not any kind of fool. If you want a fool, look at me. How many years did I moon over my wife? I never thought I was good enough to be her husband and what did it get me? Nothing is what. If you're tired of going to bed alone every night, get your act together and court the lady."