8/19/2019

A Laugh Today.





Its late and I am ready to curl up under a blanket. Need a nap.

Every day I escape the news. Do a catch up - and then turn TV to TCM for old movies. They provide voices in the house. Today was fun. They were featuring all day the Buster Keaton films, new to me. Whenever I gave the films attention I loved them and had good laughs.
Spent a long day working on the content I have gathered from the blog posts. They remind me of my life - for my working on a memoir. Good to remember  - but its not an easy project I have set out for myself. Not complaining - love it but cannot deny - this writing is a tough job.

8/18/2019

Ellouise Schoettler Interview on Out of the Past



When Lee Shephard called to invite me to come for an interview a few years ago I was delighted. I have admired his work on the air here in Washington, DC for many years and I knew we would have a fun time. 

He and I met at Elizabeth Elementary School in Charlotte in the second grade. I found this video yesterday and it was wonderful to have the memory about our meeting and to hear us talking about Charlotte and Elmwood Cemetery. Robin S. Fox Gail Froyen

I love to pull genealogy and family history together with the days of long ago as I
develop a story. That began for me from my first family genealogy stories and then it became the primary way I wrote my WWI stories - especially Ready to Serve about the Hopkins
Nurses in the Army and in France from 1917 - 1919. By the time I began to perform the story
I felt that I knew the nurses well. Storytelling brings many gifts.

8/17/2019

Catching Bits of Family History



In 2005 Jim and I went to Harrisonburg to find some more information about the Harrison family  
since I am in the line. Enjoyed being there and gathering a surprise.



Late afternoon light
and fragile dried fowers
blend 
suggesting
timeless mystery.

It is in the book.
All Isiah Harrison descendants
are related to Abraham Lincoln.

But - we are southerners! 

Another genealogy surprise.

Fort Harrison, Dayton, VA
September 25, 2005







8/16/2019

THE SMOKER



Ellouise telling a story from a night at her grandmother's house.

8/13/2019

Thinking of My Aunt




                                               Watching      collage  artist: Ellouise Schoettler  circa 1998
           
Carson McCullers
Ellouise Schoettler

Carson McCullers is passing by
She lived in a boarding house down the street

Every day she walked up to get some kerosene
For her lamps.
She carried it home in a glass bottle.

Carson McCullers is passing by

My aunt ran to the upstairs window and peered out from behind the curtain
To watch the woman walking by
Its Carson McCullers 
She’s a writer

I knew by the sacred tone of her voice that was important
She’s a writer
She puts words on paper and people read them
She’s a writer

Carson McCullers is passing by
My aunt never wrote
She paid me 25 cents if I would write something
No matter how bad

Be a writer

My aunt never wrote
But she could talk

Today I am a talker.
And a writer
Thanks to Carson McCullers passing by.



8/10/2019

California Doll



California Doll

All dressed up
patiently waiting
for a child
who is moldering outside

Melancholy notes
in rooms set up
to help the curious
glimpse the past.

Dolls more than hairbrushes
bring back the laughter and tears
of other days.

Children and childhoods
gone.

Only the stuff of memory remains

poem by Ellouise Schoettler - 2007
photo by Ellouise Schoettler - 2007

8/02/2019

Reading SHE











This noon I was reading SHE - a last book Kathryn Windham wrote in a real and funny style to reveal her relationship with SHE - a woman who is actually her self as the old woman she is at 93. The relationship she created with SHE is believable and
and gives a good look at how you feel as you change.

Now that I have had my 83rd birthday its good to hear the stories of seasoned women.

In Brooklyn New York


 Twenty years ago Jim and I went to Vermont on a bit of vacation where I was also attending my first week long workshop taught by premier storyteller Donald Davis. 
That was the first time I heard Donald ask workshop participants to "take us somewhere we can't go if you don't take us." I have never forgotten that assignment and often use it when I am working on a personal story or just time traveling. 

I have been time-traveling a lot lately. Going back and forth to Brooklyn, NY.  In1957 Jim and I lived there while he was an intern at Kings County Hospital. And Karen, our second child was born there.

I even started writing a memoir journal about that period. I have been surprised by how many details I recall and how vivid the images are. Perhaps some of that is due to my reading and working with the exercises in Marilu Henner's book, Total Memory Makeover.  Things I had not thought about in years surfaced. For instance: Early in his internship one of Jim's patients, a Choctaw Chief, was so grateful for the care Jim had given him that he asked Jim to become his "blood brother". 
They had a small ceremony at the Chief's bedside. 
Jim asked me to bring our son to the ward so he could introduce Jimmy to Chief Two Bears.

Everyone was taken with Jimmy who was a very friendly child with a big smile and a deep laugh. The Ward Secretary, an older woman, came up to Jim who was holding Jimmy. She patted Jimmy's hands and told Jim, 

"Doctor Schoettler you make good babies." 
Jim smiled big and laughed deeply.

7/18/2019

Another Day











Back into collecting memories for another Boot Camp led by Max Regan. (Hollowdeck Press) I am still working on a possible memoir.
When I was five years old I fell in love with clicking clattering typewriters. My grandfather had a Royal sitting up on his desk and I would slip in and make some of the wonderful noise. 

When Jim and I got married we went to GoodWill in Baltimore and bought an Underwood classic for $25. Underwood and I kept company on lonely nights when Jim was working or studying. 

When we moved to Brooklyn I wrote three articles on that machine which I was paid real money for and they were published. 

But my top of the list favorite was a Robin's Egg Blue Olivetti portable. When Jim was paid Air Force money he gave me that typewriter for 1964 Christmas. I loved tapping on those keys. 

When I saw your children checking it out and making some music. 
I remembered how I tip-toed into Papa Sams office to play.

I still have my Olivetti. Its a treasure.  

7/15/2019

Train Whistle Moaning is Music.



Probably 20+ years ago Jim and I were in Charlotte visiting some family and checking on places where I had lived and remembered. We were also having a
Mass for our 40th Wedding Anniversary. It was sweet.

We were staying in an old two-story house on Pecan Avenue located only four blocks from a much smaller house were my family lived in 1941. Being in this neighborhood was like being wrapped in a warm quilt. It brought back my memories as a five year old child. I know it is unlikely I will ever re-visit that neighborhood so I am happy to have a stack of vivid images of the house and 9th Street where I learned to ride my bicycle.

There was a tall water tower across from the house on Pecan Avenue
where we were staying. It was an important image - but what I remembered most was a train
crossing five or six blocks away. The trains passed along during day and night. The whistle woke me one night after midnight. It reminded me that the whistle moaning was the music for the Elizabeth Section. I loved it.

Today I will stop anywhere to see a train pass and hear the whistle. Powerful memories.

Yeah, I am back to collecting memories and writing essays that might fit my attempt at a
memoir.


7/12/2019

The Night of Chasing the Moon







Chasing the Moon - three wonderful evenings of watching films telling a story of the US Space Program on Public Television 

My daughter Karen and I were sitting in front of the television watching the video films leading up the launch of Apollo 11 - going to the Moon. We were touching base with memories about that evening they launched.  One commentator said, “I never realized you can smell fear.” 

The launch was breath taking...soaring straight up, up, up out of our sight to the moon.  Karen tells me that she does remember sitting on the floor in our rec room watching in 1969. Karen., Jimmy and Robin were with me and Jim – it was something everyone wanted to see - and we didn't want our children to miss it. 

That evening Jim talked about his memories of being stationed at Brooks AFB, San Antonio, TX where the main topic was "getting to the moon". Jim was sent to Cape Canaveral during several smaller launches. 
Everyone, men particularly, were excited, fascinated and proud of what the USA was doing. What it meant for the US. Here in 1969 what President Kennedy had predicted in 1962 – we would reach the moon. 

The program ignited vivid memories for me - especially the morning they lobbed Alan Shephard up into space and retrieved him safely. Shephard became known as the first American into space.
And the storm of memories I was experiencing opened me to the fact that history you live through - even from a distance
is a part of your story. Ahhhhhh!

6/12/2019

Please Don't Eat the Daisies




How I am saving my sanity!

Since I can't stand watching the news lately.
Too much Trump -
so I soothe my brain with TCM movies instead - -

Love the films now
even if I hated them before
and I really appreciate the memories that float along with the film.

This week TCM showed "Please Don't Eat The Daisies"
 in a day-long salute to Doris Day.
I remembered the book and the film - - -
along with the 1960s humor - - - - -

Loved it all -
reminded me of better days.


6/06/2019

Special thanks - for a lifetime


Writing about Harry Catchpole brought back my memory of another soldier who was on Omaha Beach on D-Day.


When I met this other elderly Maryland gentleman he told me he had just returned from a trip to France and a visit to an American Military Cemetery in Normandy.

"I have been there before. I go as often as I can because I have so many friends who are buried there and 
whenever our Army group gathers in Normandy- I go.

I will never forget the morning of June 6, 1944. We came across the water in the dark and as it got lighter we came closer to France - to the shore. The front of the landing boat dropped down and we ran into the cold waves hoping to reach the beach. 
So many of us never touched land again."

He drew in a deep breath - his eyes filled with tears.

"They stayed behind - but I came home.

I have had a family, a good job and a fine life.

They missed all of that."

He was quiet. Then he wiped tears off his cheeks.

"I have never forgotten any of those boys - 
I come back to thank them."

6/04/2019

Harry, D-Day and memories.


Ellouise - circa 1944



D-Day - June 6  this year is remembering and honoring the 75th anniversary of that battle.

In 1944 I was 8 years old. I am grateful for my vivid memories of that day.

My daddy was in the Army Air Corps and he was stationed in India. When was sent the air base so far away Mama moved with her three daughters into a 12 family apartment house on Hawthorn Lane in Charlotte, NC.

 Each family living in the 'Virginia Apartments" had a member somewhere overseas and all were hoping this meant that the war in Europe was coming to a close. And then  hoping the end of the war in the Pacific would soon follow. There was excitement in the adult voices as
they talked about the D-Day invasion while they studied the newspapers. Radios blared out the news story from every apartment. People were nervous but it was a hopeful day.

In 2013 when I was in Georgia visiting my  sister Kathy introduced me to  a very special friend of hers ---- Harry Catchpole.

She told me - "I want you to meet him, Ellouise. Harry is a WWII veteran. He was stationed in England and served as a clerk on General Eisenhower's staff. He tells me and  Johnny incredible stories about the preparations in the office to get ready for D-Day.  He had to wait for the 2nd day to be sent over to Omaha Beach."

Harry remembered it all and he shared so many personal stories. Listening to him was a rare opportunity to meet history outside of a book-page. Meeting Harry was a very important  - - a privilege to know someone who was an eyewitness to history.

Harry enjoyed sharing the experience. And he remembered it all.

Harry is no longer "among us"and we cannot reach out to him to bring D-Day alive for us as we honor this important day.


Meeting Harry was an inspiring connection for me because talking with him furthered my belief in asking questions and discovering history from eyewitnesses ---- when that is not possible for me I pursue letters and other personal documents to capture an unknown first hand story.

I  do what I do with bits of women's history - remembering unknown women whose lives  have been forgotten and lost in the shadows of history. For some reason I have wrapped myself in the purpose to find and tell their stories for as long as I can.


5/17/2019

Catching Up -


For some days I have passed right by this blog without adding a word. So here are a few.

1. Yesterday was a lucky day for me. On short notice I attended an outstanding talk by Steve Roberts - well known journalist and GW Prof. on Journalism
A large audience was quiet and intently captured by his presentation which was richly informative and eye-opening to the changes in journalism today— as well as his being quite entertaining. 

At one point he walked us through the time line of changes in journalism since the trustful years of WWII when correspondents wore uniforms with the troops. 
So......that’s what has happened...
He explained that today things change so fast it makes it difficult for journalists to thoroughly research and check stories before they hit the “post it” button to publish onto the internet.
Afterwards he completed the program I joined a long line and waited to thank him.
Thanks too to for organizing this public event. 


2. I met a lovely woman recently who really surprised me.
We were standing next to each other waiting in a long line. We chatted about a bunch to things and I really enjoyed the conversation. After a while I began to leaning on my cane. She   was sitting close-by. Unexpectedly she interrupted her comments, looked up at me and said, "Honey, sorry I cannot offer you this chair but I am 100 years old and I think that is a reasonable excuse."
Startled I looked down at her, "what? Did you just tell me you are 100 years old?"



Yes, she assured me that is what she said "its true." This lovely woman had come alone, driving herself to join in the group, and when she walked out of the building ahead of me I saw that she was walking slowly but well and she was headed toward her car which was parked across the width of the parking lot. I am glad she told me her age - she is keeping on and with a great spirit - what an example.







4/29/2019

Keep Dreaming,






In 2010 I told my new story, Pushing Boundaries for the first time at the Capitol Fringe in Washington, DC.  I have told it often since then and I always appreciate an opportunity to relive those days as I tell my story. Afterwards  women stop to tell me bits of their story during those days and what they did.  Often there were tears – always there were hugs and laughter. It’s our history

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November 2, 1983
Today I stood at the back of the crowd pressing into the room listening to Gloria Steinem and I felt a pull to the past – the past when I was excited about the women’s movement.

She’s tall, very thin and lovely. Dressed in a black long sleeved sweater over long black wool gaucho pants , also wearing boots. An elegant silver Navaho belt is draped casually around her hips and a heavy silver Indian bracelet at her wrist reminded me of  a Wonder Woman bracelet. A large hammered silver ring accentuated her long slender fingers and her beautifully shaped nails. Along with her trademark straight hair and aviator glasses. Elegant, understated – she shows a careful image.

Fascinated, I watched the way she gestured with her hands. Gloria Steinem exudes style.
But more she looks at everyone in the guest line individually with a gaze  that makes you feel special.
I had not seen Gloria in about three years. As I watched her I thought she must be a bit like fine wine – she gets better with time.

I was moved by her talk about her book tour for her new book,Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions –how people tell her their stories. She says,  “ I feel like an heiress and I have to figure out how to share the stories back with everyone.”

She graciously acknowledged all the women in the audience , “You who do the work here and in Washington – how much we all owe you.”
It is so rare, in my experience that I heard anyone acknowledge those working in the fields.

I felt memories stirring – of the excitement in Houston for the national  IWY meeting – of having the feeling it could all be done – of having heroines like Bella Abzug, Gloria Steinem and so many others – that was all before things turned negative – when I still felt energy and enthusiasm for the ERA Campaign.

When I felt all the idealism – saw only possibilities not difficulties – was too naieve to realize the obstacles ahead for women trying to pass the ERA.

Where did that feeling go? What happened?

Jim said later when I told him about it the loss of feeling and the disappointments.

“Burn out.”
My idealism was kicked out of me – squashed by the failure of ERA – in 1982. 

Women across the country poured every ounce of their energy into the campaign for 10 years  of trying to pass the Equal Rights Amendment were squashed by the failure to pass it.
All that and we came up empty.

-------------------------------------------------------
August 15, 2016
Today, 33 years later, I found a small journal with this reflection on Gloria Steinem in it.  A rush of memories. I wrote the essay when I got home from NYC where I attended the book signing for Steinem’s book, Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions.  The large open lobby of the Equitable Life Assurance Building was packed – feminists standing in line for Gloria’s signature and chatting with old friends and other ERA Campaign veterans. It was a grand reunion as well as a celebration of the book.
in 2016 - - there is a lot of hope in the air for the November 8 election outcome.  And, I am so hoping there will be large and small gatherings across the county to celebrate the first woman US President.

April 2019
Well that did not work out like we hoped. 




4/17/2019

Pushing Boundaries - In New Jersey

Monday May 1 Ellouise Schoettler returns to Cape May, NJ to tell her one-woman personal story, Pushing Boundaries




.
Pushing Boundaries
Story and Afternoon Tea
Wednesday, May 1, 2019: 2:30pm
Carriage House Cafe & Tearoom
1048 Washington St.
$25
Pushing Boundaries is a story of Schoettler's coming of age in the '50s. By 1970 she, like hundreds of other women, joined the fight to pass for the Equal Rights Amendment to secure equal rights for women. It was heartbreaking when it was lost June 30, 1982.
Ellouise is a nationally known storyteller, Maryland local cable show host and producer of a storytelling series. Her "Flesh on Old Bones" workshop helps participants turn personal history into compelling stories others want to hear. www.ellouiseschoettler.com

3/29/2019

A Child's Memory As Things Change

Daddy Goes Overseas






The WAR started in 1942 after there was the attack on Pearl Harbor. By the time I entered the First Grade at the Elizabeth Elementary School in Sept. my Daddy was leaving for the US Army Air Corps. He would be stationed in South Carolina for his training. Everything was changing.
We now had three children in the family because Mama had had my sister Kathy. Mama moved us to a rental home that was on 7th Street - only a block from Granny's home which was also on 7th Street
I was so happy to be closer to her house. Granny arranged to have the rose bushes pulled up in her side yard. Itgave her space to plant a "victory" garden. We ate delicious vegetables in the summer and Granny canned as much as she could for us to eat during the winter.
Every evening Granny and Dad Jack listened to the news on the radio. If I was spending the night I sat next to Granny and listened with them without saying a word.
Daddy gave me an "over seas" cap before he shipped out. He was assigned to a base in India where he worked with a crew of mechanics who maintained the planes that flew the dangerous flight "over the hump" - that's what they called the mountains - to drop supplies into China.
Mama wrote to Daddy every night -
I always wore that cap as I stood at the curb and saluted the soldiers in the convoy trucks making so much noise on 7th street. All the soldiers laughed and saluted back to me as they rumbled by in front of our house.

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3/28/2019

The BeeHive Hairdo



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Going to NYC







3/27/2019

Maybe My Storytelling Started Here




Memories began to flow inside my head when I was sitting out a heavy rainstorm in my car parked in front of my house.  Rather than 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 house I lived in on 7th street had wide porches on the front and some wrapped around the sides of the house. We 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 .

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