The story continues with the second journal. This is an entry from her personal diary, written by Elizabeth Lancaster Carsey 80-years-ago. Click here to read more)
Friday early 1 A.M. But not in bed for long – Alyce Claire got a call from Gene that Joyce would have her “baby party” right away. In 15 minutes Alyce Claire had decided that she must go and I would not let her come alone so we both left town at 1:45 A.M. Got there at 3:15. The baby came at 6 but it was dead. The less said, the better. It was a terrible shock to everyone, she had been so perfectly healthy. We left about 7 and got back in time to give 2 exams. I gave Joyce some chloroform but aside from that I rather stayed out of it – Haven’t been much good all the rest of the day. My first experience with a birth but I hope it is not my last. There followed a bitter discussion on A.C’s part on life in general and having families and suffering in particular. Poor girl! She has been through too much in the last few months. Wish I could do something for her that would really help.
Lenore, Helen Snipes, Harriet Poorbaugh and I went to see Byrds “Little America” which is very good. Had supper with Martens and Miss Grady for an hour and went to bed-dead!
Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today
It’s flooding in California.
In Paris, the trial in the Stavisky Affair ended with 9 convictions and 11 acquittals.
(no entry) We know she is spending time with family in El Paso and preparing for the move to Roswell for her second teaching job.
A little bit to look forward to in the coming months – she hopes to get her own apartment in Roswell – it’s harder than you think. And you’ve heard of school overcrowding – wait until you find out how many students are in her homeroom class!
Here’s what else was happening 80-years-ago today:
In an address to 2,000 Catholic nurses, Pope Pius XI commented on the Abyssinia Crisis by saying, “A war of sheer conquest and nothing else would certainly be an unjust war. It ought, therefore, to be unimaginable – a thing sad and horrible beyond expression. An unjust war is unthinkable. We cannot admit its possibility, and we deliberately reject it … if it be true that the need for expansion and the need for frontier defence do exist, then we cannot forbid ourselves from hoping that the need will be met by means other than war.”
A crowd protests the courts closing The Caravan Club, a gay friendly club in London.
Some more about the W.A. Carsey Family.
Elizabeth and Arnold married in 1938. They celebrated 47 wedding anniversaries before Arnold died of a stroke. They have four children – all boys. Weldon Alan was born in 1939 and earned a BA in Electrical Engineering from the University of NM. Norman was born a year later and attended the University of NM before going into business with his father and Alan in Flagstaff, AZ. Alan went on to purchase a campground in Maine and Norman retired from the Westinghouse Nuclear Facility in New Mexico. Frank came along in 1943. He and younger brother Tommy, born in 1946, went on to earn PHD’s. Frank earned his Doctorate in Physics from UCLA. He worked on experiments in Antarctica. Before retiring, he was published in several scientific journals and even appeared in two scientific documentary’s. Tom has been published in many journals as well for his research for NOAA in the Coastal Ecosystem Group and Ocean Chemistry. Grandma was so proud of her son’s. She said she was only waiting for one to receive a Nobel Prize!
Obviously intelligence was not on short order in the Carsey household, with two teachers at the helm, it was probably expected. Please remember, Grandma taught Spanish and English – they were probably the only scientists and engineers with proper grammar!
Throughout their childhood, the Lancaster siblings were also a strong influence for the Carsey boys. They grew up knowing their aunts, uncles and cousins. Many keep in touch to this day. In fact, since I grew up in the same town as my grandparents, I was also privy to the Lancaster’s special connection. We would often attend celebrations where the group would open up singing “Hallelujah” at the top of their lungs – often with wine glasses raised in the air for a toast! Such love and fun!