8/16/2020

Looking Back at My Experience in Women's History

 


Written by Ellouise Schoettler

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

 


My new story - The Second Wave Album, a new blog and the Second Wave Album Facebook Page. Posting pictures and captions that tell a bit of the story. Experimenting with Social Media to let the word out and build an audience.

Bringing out boxes of day-books to go through. Its overwhelming. Where to start?

When I went back to college as a Freshman in 1968 I thought I was going for an education. I had no idea that I had stepped onto a new road - to change my life.

The catalyst - the first- ever Women's Studies course at Dunbarton College, a small Catholic women's school, the last place one would have expected such a life-changer. The instructor was a founder of the first Rape Crisis Center in DC and a member of NOW, (The National Organization for Women).

My art history professor, artist Nancy Cusick invited me to accompany her to the 1972 Corcoran Conference of Women Artists, the first-ever national gathering of women artists. They came from across the country, sharing ideas and images and changing the way I looked at art and thought of myself as an artist.

Timing is always everything. I was a graduate student at American University in Graduate School during the organizing of the Women's Caucus for Art when AU Art History professor Mary Garrard was the second president. I volunteered to be membership secretary and processed a growing membership.

The Washington Women's Art Center was founded in 1972 and by 1974 I had joined it. Through WWAC I became part of the network in DC and nationally. In 1975-76 I was a founder of the Coalition of Women's Arts Organizations and, based in Washington, DC, found myself the lobbyist for the group - testifying before Congressional Committees and advocating for equal rights for women artists to federal agencies.

Talking has always been my strong suit - once I was told I should list talking on my resume - but I think my work lobbying on Capitol Hill was the true start of my career as a storyteller.

The CWAO experience as a lobbyist and grassroots organizer led to my job on the staff of the National League of Women Voters as ERA Campaign Director,1979 - 1982, the last three years of the campaign to ratify the Equal Rights Amendment. They hired me to represent the League with the other women's organizations, tend to the State Leagues and raise money for ERA.

Artists have ideas - we see things in new ways. It turned out that I came up with a new idea for the ERA campaign and for the League. I proposed and organized the National Business Council for ERA which brought the campaign support from Fortune 500 CEOs. Raised money and provided a professional umbrella under which The Ad Women of New York, could work with the ERA campaign.

It was a perfect combination - the League of Women Voters and Business. Our organizing co-chair, actress and business woman Polly Bergen was not just a name on the letter-head she was hands-on. We developed stategies around her being present and she came. I happily held her purse so she could wow them. ERA Board Chair Madeleine Appel and Lois Harrison were wonderful team members. And BPW ERA legend Mariwyn Heath was my mentor and supporter in the business effort. She told me at the end of the campaign - " I consider you one of my successes. I thought it was a dumb idea and did not believe that you could pull it off - - but I never said a word to discourage you." It was a good management lesson and I have never forgotten it.

Women did amazing things during that campaign. It was a dynamic volunteer grass roots effort, and inexperienced women learned their jobs by doing them.
Women cared about the issues and taught themselves the skills they needed to lobby effectively.

The loss of the ERA was heart-breaking for the supporters.

That's an outline. There are a lot of stories there. What to tell?

8/15/2020

Cousins Connect

 

Cousins Connect

One morning my phone rang early and I heard my cousin Jim's voice.
"Hey"
"Jimmy - how great to hear from you." The phone is a blessing.

A conversation with Jimmy was just what I needed on another self- isolated day - where I was hoping that I would never catch the virus that was loose in the world. 

I told him I was writing a bit about our Nanny - Marie Louise Cobb Diggle. 


We were the first cousins born born before the "daddies" went away to WW11. So we are the kids that have stories the later younger cousins don't know although they have heard about them.

I had always thought Nanny, my grandmother was a fascinating woman.  This call from Jimmy was pure luck because I could ask him about his memories about her and they would water mine. 


"Jimmy what's your best memory of Nanny's house on Central Avenue?" 
The quiet fell between us as he thought where to start -
 "I always think of the fire first."
"You do? 
Why? 
That fire under the breakfast room wasn't exciting."
"No. I am talking about the day Tommy and I were making bombs in the big garage on the back of the yard and it caught fire. 
Nanny had a fit and called the firemen and the police came too."

We started laughing and laughing and it was as though we were children together again.

When he stopped laughing he asked me, 
" Do you remember that refrigerator? 
It was specially made to fit the whole wall on one side in the breakfast room. The funniest part was that there wasn't just one door - there were nine small doors.  Getting something to eat was a search."
 
Ofcourse I remembered. 
"You remember how Nanny kept her vegetable leavings in a jar in the refrigerator until there was enough to make her delicious soup."
"So good." 
Jimmy and I talked and talked and talked.

I told him about my night with Nanny at the Visualite Theater.
" I was surprised when Nanny invited me to come with her to the Visualite Movie on Elizabeth Avenue to see a British movie, The Lavender Hill Mob, starring Alec Guiness. 
I had never seen a British movie. I was a Junior at Central High School and considered myself reasonably sophisticated for an evening with Nanny. 
I walked through her front door in time. She was wearing her usual slim grey wool slacks and a matching sweater with her long string of white pearls knotted around her neck. She slipped behind the wheel of her new sleek green Studebaker. We started out early to get there early. This was 1951and she wanted to have time to smoke one of her red beauty tip Marlboro cigarettes before we settled in the theater. 

Lights down, previews played and then the Feature Movie. Her daughters, my aunts, called her an anglophile. "Mama loves to read British mysteries and magazines." Within five minutes after the movie started Nanny  began laughing out loud- - and so did I. It was a different kind of comedy for me.  I was caught by it as we sat in uncomfortable seats for 88 minutes. 

As the lights came back on Nanny picked up her bag. She leaned over to me, "well, what do you think?" 
" I loved it - so funny. Thank you for bringing me." 
We giggled as we walked down the crowded aisle leading to the lobby.


Outside Nanny pointed to her car in the parking lot - laughing she said " ah there she is --
Mrs. Bufforpington - just where I left her."

That was her name for the new car and she loved saying it.

Sixty-nine years later I still remember Mrs. Bufforpington -  

These days I often wear Nanny's long string of cosmetic pearls when I tell stories - especially about.

I wish I could have told her what I saw when my husband Jim and I went to London. I could have told her that now I know that her grandparents came to the United States in 1849- - from London - - 
well - no wonder she was an anglofile - - and I am grateful she shared it with me.


8/14/2020

RIPPLES ON THE WATER

Ripples on the Water – by Ellouise Schoettler
Written July 2 , 2019    Published August 14, 2020

When I was 7 years old on summer days I walked with Granny on the beach and filled buckets with sea shells and rocks. Granny warned me to stay away from the pilings of near-by piers which were crusted with barnacle shells. Good advice but I learned the hard way how sharp they can be. 

In evenings I sat with Granny on the top of the bulkhead ladder as the light faded and we listened to the rythmic slap of the water against the bottom of the steps as the tide came in. It felt good to be there with her - like everything was right with the world

Sixty-five year later Jim and I went with our daughter and her young sons to at that same North Carolina beach.

One morning Jim spotted a jelly fish floating in close to shore and scooped it up in a red bucket before it could hurt anyone. Holding the bucket young Scotty ran down the pier to show it off to his mother, our daughter Robin, me and other pier sitters. The translucent mushroom shaped mass pulsing in the bucket did not look like it could deliver such a painful blow. But it could. Finally we convinced Scotty to throw it back into the water. We watched as it pulsed itself away.

The summer when I was seven, just Danny’s age, I saw early morning light dancing on water.  It was magic.

The summer of 1942 was during World War II. At the beach  I saw men wearing Army and Navy uniforms everywhere we went at the beach. On Saturday mornings Granny did her "war effort." She drove into Wilmington to the USO building and gathered up a car load of friendly, laughing young soldiers and sailors. She brought them home for a swim, some supper and then she and Dad Jack took them to the week-end dance at the Lumina Pier. 

For the dance I put on my best cotton sundress and white strappy sandals. The music came from a band on the stage. Once one of our young men asked me to dance. I stepped onto the top of his feet and we moved around the floor. It was just about the best thing that had ever happened to me.

When the house was full for the week-ends I slept on a black leather chaise in the living room next to the porch windows. Because of the war we had to keep the blackout at night to protect the shoreline against any enemy submarines that might be on patrol off the coast. Granny said that was another part of our war effort just like using food stamps and saving gasoline.

At dark we had to turn off all the lights - or if we needed a few  lights we had to put up extra heavy shades which would not let the light out. The chaise for me was next to the porch windows. Granny put a radio out there so they could listen to programs, music, news and goodness they talked and laughed. It felt special to lay on the chaise next to the open windows and listen to Fibber McKee and Molly, Jack Benny, or the music of Glenn Miller, The Andrews Sisters or even that crazy Spike Jones. 

One very early morning I was laying on the chaise looking at a comic book. Granny had opened the black out shutters when she went to bed. The sun was just coming up and the faint early rays were lightly playing across the surface of the water.  I must have turned to the window just at that magic moment when the daylight goes on like someone is turning up a dimmer switch. The light became brighter and brighter until the water disappeared and I saw only the dancing surface. 

One day we walked over to the beach to go swimming in the waves. We stopped on the top of the high wooden pedestrian bridge to watch several water skiers being towed behind a speed boat. The  skiers were laughing as they crisscrossed over the waves behind the boat.  
 
After the boat passed I could see the glimmer of a school of fish just beneath the surface of the water; then they dove and disappeared from sight.  I wondered what it was like in the deep water.
Then I watched my hand reach out over the railing. My fingers opened up and I dropped my white cotton hat. It sailed on a breeze until it’s weight pulled it onto the water below. I watched it sink deeper and deeper until it disappeared. 

I told stories for the boys and others at the Wrightsville Beach Museum. The boys listened and laughed and later I heard them tell the stories again to each other. I felt satisfied. This was what I had hoped for.

The morning we were leaving I woke early. I stepped onto the balcony in our room just in time to see the sunlight turning the surface of the water to dancing diamonds just as it had when I was seven and saw it for the first time. Tears ran down my cheeks.

As we drove down the causeway toward the drawbridge I looked back even though I knew that I could not see Granny’s house, but it did not matter. I knew now had that I had her house with me anytime at I wanted to go there. 



AN OLD LETTER FROM NANNY




Working with memories is like weaving or making collages - especially when I try to connect my memories with stories I possibly heard when I was a child.





A 1917 letter my aunt Catherine gave to me always reminds me of a day I was visiting my father's mother, at her home. We were sitting in the "music room". At first she was quiet until something sparked her to remember a trip with her husband to New York long ago. The most vivid memory I have of that conversation is her description of going to a Broadway theater to see "The Merry Widow." She talked of the beautiful theaterAs she talked about her dress and a new fashionable hat her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling as she remembered the evening.  I never forgot that afternoon.

In 1975 my friend Marie and I went to Vienna, Austria. We wandered the cobbled streets, ate delicious pastries with coffee, visited art museum, and an impressive castle. One evening we went to the ornate Vienna Opera House to see "The Merry Widow".  and the memories of the conversation with my grandmother flowed over me and I felt very connected to her although in real life I was not warmly close to her. It was a good feeling.

Finding this letter my aunt had given me was quite a"gift".  So glad I wrote about it -so that I did not lose the memories of her again - - and that I connected to those days of WWI - - knowing more now about that time gives her letter more life for me.

Lonergan/Cobb/Diggle Information



St. Peter's - Charlotte, NC

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When ever I go to Charlotte, NC I stop by St. Peter’s Catholic Church. It is the church of my childhood and connects me to my Lonergan ancestors. 

I did not learn anything about the North Carolina Lonergan family until I was 55 years beyond my Baptism at St. Peters. They were Irish immigrants, Catholics and stone cutters. They gave their tithe to build St. Peter’s on land James Lonergran sold to the Church. 

Four Lonergan men from Tipperary raised the original brick walls with their own hands. One of the men, Edward Lonergan, was my four great grandfather. In 1850 most of the small band of Catholics in Charlotte lived in the shadow of the modest spire of this small red brick church. 

I step off the sidewalk of South Tryon Street, up the few brick steps and into the vestibule. I feel at home in the colored light which fills the santuary. I recognize the warm earthy hues cast by the stained glass windows as the light shines through them. The centered figures of saints on the glass still stand serenely in arched niches surrounded by geometric patterned panels. 

These windows fascinated me when, as a child, I lay on the hard oak pew next to Daddy and waited impatiently for Mass to end. I absorbed the glowing colors and simple shapes and they formed the aesthetic that guides my eyes and hands today when I compose bits of colored paper and fabric into abstract compositions that suggest backlit stained glass windows. 

These comfortable mysterious spaces speak to me of the sacred -- the sweet fragrance of beeswax candles -- pungent incense -- the echoes of Latin chants. 

Back on the sidewalk the sight of the near-by new pride of Charlotte, a behemoth sports arena and tall buildings which loom over the city like menacing towers, yanks me back to the present - into the presence of progress. 

First Posted on 11.8.2003 at 12:59 AM
Easter Sunday 1945 - After Mass at St. Pater's Catholic Church on Tryon Street where it was built in 1851 by our Irish ancestors who were brick builders, everyone gathered at the Diggle home on Central Avenue for a scrumptious Southern feast and to be with the family for Easter. The dining room round table was so crowded the kids ate at a long table in the breakfast room. The cousins picture was taken in the "side yard" probably by our Aunt Catherine who always had her camera in hand and collected the photos. I think my two piece outfit was deep rose pink and I was wearing my first straw hat.
It was a noisy gathering. The rooms were filled with laughter and talking, fun and games for all - and no television distractions.
Cousins: L - R. Sandra, 3 sisters -Kathy, Linda, and Ellouise, and Sandra's brother Tommy.
A dear memory.
Trip Barber Tina Barber @KarenLSchoettler Dena Diggle Ayers







Memorial for one of my Lonergan relatives who died on a journey home to Tipperary.. mid 1800's. He died on the sea and they slid his body into the Atlantic. The top on this concrete was made by a family member who carved the story of his death into the stone. Another grave in the yard around St. Joseph's Catholic Church, NC. Now I am reviewing information I have on them.

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A Special Momento
Bought this cup in a small shop in Newton, NC when Jim and I went there hoping to find information about Doctor Benjamin Morris Cobb. Well we found him, that is true but I became more involved with things like storytelling etc. so I slipped up on the family history. Once I began the genealogy class this February I realized I had to finish up my lines and get their stories together for my family. Today I made surprise calls to Newton....and magically ... magically connected with agenealogical librarian at the City Library!!! The Cobb family was recognized to him and I think the Lonergans will be known to him too. He jumped forward ready to help me reconnect with my 3rd great grandfather and put me on the same long line with WW1 dough boy, John Walter Cobb jr. I love researching family history. I am so grateful to people like Librarian Evelyn Rhodes at the Newton Library who helped me start long ago...she was so enthusiastic about finding family members and stories.  Robin S. Fox Jim SchoettlerKathy Diggle McGill Robert Lowry Robert Diggle Sandra Hutchins DixonTrip Barber Louise Lowry Barr Lynn Palermo
the Cobb group in 1989.
On the cup I wrote:
August 28, 1989
Bought this in Newton, NC to celebrate “finding” B. M. Cobb with the help of genealogy librarian Evelyn Rhodes.”

WHAT'S THE NAME



What's the Name

One morning my phone rang early and I heard my cousin Jim's voice.
"Hey"
"Jimmy - how great to hear from you." The phone is a blessing.

A conversation with Jimmy was just what I needed on another self- isolated day - hoping that I would never catch the virus that was loose in the world. I told him I was writing a bit about our Nanny - Marie Louise Cobb Diggle. 

I had always thought she was a fascinating woman.  This call was pure luck because I could ask him about our grandmother and his memories would water mine. 
"Jimmy what's your best memory of Nanny's house on Central Avenue?" 
The quiet fell between us as he thought where to start -
 "I always think of the fire first."
"You do? Why? That fire under the breakfast room wasn't exciting."
"No. I am talking about the day Tommy and I were making bombs in the garage and it caught fire. 
Nanny had a fit and called the firemen and the police came too."
We started laughing and laughing and it was as though we were children together again.
He asked me, 
" Do you remember that refrigerator? It was specially made to fit the whole wall in the breakfast room. There wasn't just one door - there were nine small doors so getting to the food was a search. Ofcourse I remembered. 
"Nanny kept her vegetable leavings in a jar in the refrigerator until there was enough to make her delicious soup." 
Jimmy and I talked and talked and talked.

I told him about my night with Nanny at the Visualite Theater.
" I was surprised when Nanny invited me to come with her to the Visualite Movie on Elizabeth Avenue to see a British movie, The Lavender Hill Mob, starring Alec Guiness. 
I had never seen a British movie. I was a Junior at Central High School and considered myself reasonably sophisticated for an evening with Nanny. 
I walked through her front door in time. She was wearing her usual slim grey wool slacks and a matching sweater with her long string of white pearls knotted around her neck. She slipped behind the wheel of her new sleek green Studebaker. We started out early to get there early. This was 1951and she wanted to one of her smoke red beauty tip Marlboro cigarettes before we settled inside.  

Lights down, previews played and then the Feature Movie. Her daughters, my aunts, called her an anglophile. "Mama loves to read British mysteries and magazines." Within five minutes after the movie started Nanny  began laughing out loud- - and so did I. It was a different kind of comedy for me.  I was caught by it as we sat in uncomfortable seats for 88 minutes. 

As the lights came back on Nanny picked up her bag. She leaned over to me, "well, what do you think?" 
" I loved it - so funny. Thank you for bringing me." 
We giggled as we walked down the crowded aisle leading to the lobby.. 

Outside Nanny pointed to her car in the parking lot - laughing she said " ah there she is --
Mrs. Bufforpington - just where I left her."
That was her name for the new car and she loved saying it.

Sixty-nine years later I still remember Mrs. Bufforpington -  

These days I often wear Nanny's long string of cosmetic pearls when I tell stories - especially about.

I wish I could have told her what I saw when my husband Jim and I went to London. I could have told her that I know that her grandparents came to the United States in 1849- - from London - - 
well - no wonder she is an anglofile.

Catching Up - Again

REMEMBERING - -  Collecting Memories by Ellouise Schoettler -  July 2020 -  

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Yosemite  - Ca  
2016 - A few weeks before my 80th birthday. I went with Jimmy and Robin with me made a quick visit to this magic place.


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CATCHING UP

First Half of July:

Collage - 199?
Pulled out this slide because it reminded me that I made it when Jim and I rented a wonderful Cape Cod house near the Atlantic beach and serenaded by the music of the waves.

For two years Jim and I spent two weeks on Cape Cod for our vacation. Jim attended medical workshops where he  focused on interesting medical gatherings until Noon on week-days and I stayed alone at the house and worked in a temporary art studio I set up. Perfect!  Afternoons we explored the area by car and by riding our bikes.

It was a great way to spend the days.

Love the memories.



I did not put these out on time so - - - -trying to catch up

7/09/2020

Keeping Up With Our Todays




Keeping Up With Our Todays.

Set my computer with Zoom up on the dining room table at my home today
ready for my interview with  Dr. Michal Shinkle, a well established
Chiropractor in practice in Rockville MD.  I invited her to join me today to
discuss how it has been for her to work with patients during the quarantine.
The conversation with Dr. Shinkle was all
I had expectesd - great information about Covid-19,  and a view of how there have been changes for her and for her patients during this quarantine.
This interview on MMCTV will show next week - Check the web-site for next Monday and Tuesday.







6/09/2020

On the Porch






https://youtu.be/qNEZxzMnLx4