Yes, Trees Grow in Brooklyn

Argyle Road - Brooklyn

Jim and I moved into an apartment on Argyle Rd. late June1957. Jim had just graduated from Johns Hopkins Medical School, Baltimore. The first time we went to look for an apartment we took the  train from Baltimore to Brooklyn . Jim was scheduled to start his internship at Kings County Hospital on July 1. That left us very little time to find a place to live. We saw six or seven apartments that day but none that would accept a child. Which is why we ended up renting the third floor attic of 991 Argyle Road. 

Some one told us to check the local freepapers in the neighborhood drugstore. We finally found an ad in the Christian Science Monitor. We had about ten days to  find a place.

When Jim called an elderly woman gave him directons and said she was at home morning. This time we had driven to NY in our car which made moving around the city- - - and we had our nine month old son, Jimmy with us. He was adorable but he was a child.


My Neighborhood - The Elizabeth Section

When memories began to flow earlier today I was sitting out a heavy rainstorm parked in front of my house.  Rather than waste the time or/and lose the train of thought filled with childhood memories I dictated them in the Dragon App on my phone. I am keeping these in Evernote.

The houses I lived in on 7th street had wide porches  on the front nd some wrapped around the sides of the house. W.e played on them in the hot summer and on rainy days. Or anytime we wanted to "put on a show".  A neighbor lady loved hearing me, at age 6, sing The White Cliffs of Dover. She was serious about ecouraging me so she took me downtown to audition for a local radio talent show.

It was held at the Visualite Movie Theater. I was selected and the Saturday morning I faced a large audience for the first time ever I was scared and shakings. The announcer coached me with a kind voice. "Go ahead, Ellouise."I took a deep breath and sang. I had forgotten all about that morning but when I remembered it the other day I could hear the sound of the applause.

Have to keep thinking about those days in the Elizabeth Section .

My children or grandchildren have never lived in a house with a porch.


February 2, 2019

February 2. Snow on the front walk shining in the sunshine. Hope it warms enough for the sun to melt it.
I have said for a long time that I would write down bits that we lived through - - maybe that will be a memoir - or a story - or a crumpled paper tossed away.
For these "snowed in" and fiercely cold days I am thinking about other days in our lives which were controlled by snow - a blizzard in Brooklyn in 1958 - over-snowed here in DC a dozen times where we all shoveled snow on the walk ways, hoped the food would hold out and snow-plows would clear the streets - -and the 1970s year that JIm and I went to Italy to see our son who was living there for a college year. One morning we were stunned to pick up an English newspaper at breakfast and see pictures of the blizzard that had stopped and stalled the East Coast USA- leaving one daughter at home in DC with a friend and the other daughter at college -
Talk about plans messing up.... especially when we were helpless - to talk with them or to get home.


End of the Month - January 2019

From Ellouise:

Last Day of The Month -
End of January, 2019
- -making a list of what happened so that I will remember this year.

Nice to have a "bird on guard."

The month has been busy - some things were listed, others just popped up - some were scheduled and planned, others appeared as surprises - - - days were unpredictable. All month the weather has been strange - cold enough to keep me in my house - I really don't mind it - there is plenty for me to do behind my doors - storytelling and art - cleaning up, planning - etc. etc.

Several weeks ago my daughter and I made a short visit to our house in PA. Since Jim "left" I have not liked going there.

I planned a couple of storytelling events this summer - which I have had to cancel - because of a timing conflict. I am very disappointed and have already started rescheduling. Business, business, business.


Bessie Baker - Recognition of Bessie and 64 Hopkins nurses in WWI in France

A writer always hopes to find and work out a special story that you fall in love with and then can tell. Ready to Serve is one of those for me. It has been an honor to tell the story and to spread their history to women in Maryland particularly.  It has been in joy - pure joy -  to draw the story from the voices in the letters the nurses wrote home about their lives overseas.

Ready to Serve tells the story of Hopkins nurses who served in France  1917 - 1919 - led by Chief Army Nurse Bessie Baker.

The event yesterday at the Johns Hopkins School of Nursing, Baltimore, brought together Students, Faculty, Board members from the Maryland Women's Heritage Center and guests to honor these Hopkins Nurses. The story is little known so 100 years later the Women's Heritage Center in Baltimore presented an award to JHU School of Nursing in their honor.  It will be hung the School.



A New WWI Story by Ellouise Schoettler

November 2, 1918 Sgt. John Walter Cobb, Jr. died in France.

Twenty years ago I called my aunt Catherine asking if she knew a family ghost story.  “Well, Ellouise, when I was a youngster they told me Granny Cobb said she saw Walter standing at the foot of her bed in the Cobb home on Church Street. She said he saluted, waved a last good-bye and disappeared.”   "Who is Walter?" I had never heard about him. 

What's his story? 
I kept wondering and looking for information.

Mary Louise Grose Cobb

In 1930, 12 years after John Walter died from Spanish Flu in Camp Hospital 13 in France, Mary Louise Cobb, John Walter’s mother, traveled from Charlotte across the Atlantic on a ship with a large group of Gold Star widows and mothers, who bravely went to France to say good-bye to their loved ones. 

87 years later, September 2, 2017, I stood beside John Walter’s grave in San Mihiel American Cemetery in France with my daughter Karen and son Jim.
Karen, Jim and Ellouise Schoettler

It was beautiful there and in the quiet of the cemetery we realized how forgotten Walter is. 

We were approaching the 100th anniversary of his death. We knew it was time to bring something of him home to Charlotte - - to the next generations of his family. 

We are remembering John Walter and his mother by placing a Centopath memorial stone on the Cobb Plot in Elmwood Cemetary, Charlotte, NC. and I am telling their story. 

On November 9, 2018 nearly 100 years after THE Great War ended Olde Mecklenburg Genealogical Society presents “In Remembrance” Ellouise Schoettler’s new story of the Great War.
7 PM  Aldergate 
2800 Shamrock  
Charlotte, NC
The $10 fee is a donation to the Society.

On November 10 at 10 am the stone remembering Sgt John Walter Cobb will be placed on the Cobb Plot in Elmwood Cemetery with Military Honors. 
About the storyteller Ellouise Schoettler: 
Born and raised in Charlotte, now based in MD, she tells original stories nationwide, Since 1914 Ellouise has developed and told stories of the Great War which feature women. 
“In Remembrance” is told from the perspective of John Walter’s mother who went to France alone to visit her son’s grave in 1930 on a Gold Star Mother’s pilgrimage.  
More information: www.ellouiseschoettler.com 
A variety of WWI memorabilia will also be on display during this special evening. 


What has happened -

These are hard days listening and watching the news and following what's happening about the nominee for the Supreme Court.
I was raised in times and in school when I was taught how important the Supreme Court
is -
but today I am losing my belief in that - - -