Kate Warne: The Detective Who Refused to Quit

By Linda Harris Sittig

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Today the threat of cyber-security is on many people’s minds as criminals hack into our privacy. But back in the 1800s, the security business was usually a male-dominated world.

Until 1856.

That year, a slender, brown-haired young woman walked into the Chicago office of Allan Pinkerton. She was there, she stated, to apply for an advertised job in the newspaper: a detective.

We’ll never know what thoughts raced through Mr. Pinkerton’s mind. But perhaps – a woman? She’s a slight wisp, and who could she possibly apprehend?

Kate Warne, however, had come prepared.

“I am a widow, and as a woman, I can worm out secrets in many places that male detectives could not gain access to.”

At 23, Kate’s past was not well known except her widowhood. But she carried herself with self-confidence mixed with a dash of poise. Pinkerton decided to take a chance and hired her. She became the first female detective in the United States.

Kate’s first assignment was to leave Chicago for Montgomery, Alabama. Once there, she was to take on the case of the Adams Express Company Embezzlement. Mr. Maroney, an expressman with the company, had managed to steal $50,000 of company funds. Kate promptly went to work, camouflaging her northern accent to sound more like a southern belle, and befriended Mrs. Maroney. As Kate and the wife attended social functions together, Kate gleaned evidence. From her ‘friendship’ with the wife, Kate led to Maroney’s conviction and to a ten-year sentence in an Alabama prison.

Pinkerton was impressed, and in 1860 he told Kate he was putting her in charge of his newly created Female Detective Bureau.

Her time in the South became another asset. In 1861 when all America was deeply divided over the factors that led to civil unrest, Pinkerton handed Kate her most important case.

Pinkerton had uncovered rumors of a plot to assassinate President-elect Abraham Lincoln on the way to his inauguration. Lincoln scoffed at the stories and refused to change his already-published schedule of an 11-day rail tour from Illinois to Washington D.C. via Baltimore.

Kate dispatched herself to Baltimore, dressed in Southern garb, including a secessionist black and white cockade pinned to her outfit. She did worm her way into parties at the Barnum City Hotel, known as Southern sympathy headquarters.

At the parties, she heard of the plans to assassinate the President, specifically that it would happen in Baltimore when the President would step off his train from Illinois and transfer to another train bound to Washington.

Kate wasted no time in alerting Allan Pinkerton and suggesting she could help.

She went to Philadelphia and bought four train tickets for the sleeper berths on a regular passenger Philadelphia to Baltimore bound train. After his staff finally convinced Lincoln of the legitimate plot, Lincoln agreed that his private secretary, John George Nicolay, would assist in a scheme to keep Lincoln out of harm.

On February 22, 1861, while en route to Washington, Lincoln’s Illinois train stopped in Harrisburg, PA, where Lincoln got off to attend a high-profile dinner. In the middle of the meal, his secretary (John George Nicolay) interrupted the dinner party to excuse Lincoln. In a separate room, Lincoln changed clothes to look like an ordinary traveler and carried a woolen shawl over his arm to appear as an invalid. As soon as Lincoln left Harrisburg, Pinkerton had all nearby telegraph lines cut.

Late that night at the Philadelphia train station, Kate Warne entered the back of the Baltimore bound train and flagged down a conductor. She needed a favor because she would be traveling with her “invalid brother,” who would retire immediately to his sleeper berth and remain there. No other passengers needed to be allowed to venture to the back of the train. The conductor nodded in agreement.

When the disguised Lincoln finally appeared in the car, Kate greeted him as if he were her invalid brother.

Throughout the night, Kate remained by Lincoln’s side as the passenger train sped from Philadelphia to Wilmington and then to Baltimore. Kate disembarked in Baltimore while Lincoln’s sleeping car was detached from the train, then pulled by horses to the Camden Street station, and recoupled to a new southbound train.

Abraham Lincoln finally arrived at 6 a.m, February 22 in Washington D.C., safe and sound for his upcoming inauguration.

Kate turned 28 a months later.

 In the years to follow, Kate continued to work for the Pinkerton Agency as one of their more illustrious detectives. She assisted Pinkerton in procuring intelligence work for the Union Army, and after the Civil War, she worked on high-profile cases of robbery and murder.

Kate would succumb in 1868 to “congestion of the lungs,” most likely tuberculosis at the young age of 35, and buried at the Pinkerton family plot in Chicago.

It would take until 1891 before women in America were able to join any police force, and 1910 before they could become officers.

But it was Kate Warne who had paved the way.

One strong woman.

Thank you to blog followers Jerry Moore and Eileen Rice for suggesting I ‘investigate’ Kate’s life.

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In addition to my three novels of historical fiction: Cut From Strong Cloth, Last Curtain Call, and Counting Crows… I have a brand new book coming out this summer. It’s a non-fiction account titled B-52 Down! The Night the Bombs Fell from the Sky.

Stay tuned!

~ Linda

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Leonie von Zesch: More Than Just a Pretty Smile

I can not fathom what it would be like to put my fingers in peoples’ mouths all day long searching for cavities and other dental problems. That career takes a combination of professionalism, dedication, and compassion.

Before 1900, almost all dentists in America were men. And very few of them ever practiced out of a Model T car amid the rural populations of Arizona.

But Leonie von Zesch did.

Born in 1882 in Texas, Leonie managed to find her way to California and graduate in 1902 from the College of Physicians and Surgeons in San Francisco. At first, she worked for and with other dentists who already had established practices. Her reputation grew as a hard worker and skilled dental physician.

Leonie’s Life Changing Event

Then on April 18, 1906, Leonie and her mother were awakened by the unworldly experience of having their house tremble, then shake violently. Quickly realizing that an earthquake was about to occur, the two women sought shelter. The 1906 San Francisco earthquake was one of the deadliest on record. More than 28,000 buildings lay in ruins, and fires spread out of control for three days. Leonie and her mother joined other refugees at a US Army field hospital.

Both women quickly volunteered: Mrs. Von Zesch helped the Red Cross, and Leonie offered her service as a dentist. She would be the first female dentist to work for the US Army.

For the next three months, Leonie worked out of many army tents repurposed as field hospitals. She provided dental service to hundreds of earthquake victims. Once the city of San Francisco formally took over the relief efforts, the city found a male dentist to replace her.

Ahem.

Once the clean-up from the earthquake had passed, Leonie looked for ways to open a practice. Both solid real estate and dental tools were hard to come by, so she took a job working as a dentist in the Children’s Hospital of San Francisco and planned to save as much as possible to establish a practice. Working at the children’s hospital spurred Leonie to make children’s dental health a priority.

Still, without a practice, Leonie decided to leave San Francisco in 1908 to seek an area of the country where she would be valued. She returned to her hometown of Mason, Texas, and opened for business.

Then in 1912, when her mother decided to return to San Francisco, Leonie went to visit Winslow, Arizona, and help treat some of the residents who needed better dental services. She agreed to a three-week stay and ended up living and working there for three years instead.

While in Winslow, Leonie realized that people who live in isolated rural areas do not have the luxury of regular dental visits. So, she bought a Model T car, packed up all her dental tools, and took off to the open road with her self-equipped mobile office.

She would stop at Native American reservations and small outposts to treat anyone who needed dental work and provided free dental services to children. She would spend weeks along dirt roads and then return monthly to her practice in Winslow.

Alaska Beckons

In 1915 Leonie’s sister, living in Alaska, invited Leonie to come for a visit. Once again, she fell in love with a new open land and decided to stay in Cordova, Alaska, and offer dental services. Eventually, Alaska became her permanent home.

She left only for a short time to complete dental post-graduate work in Illinois. When she returned to Cordova, the local dentist died from the 1918 Flu Pandemic. Leonie promptly bought his office and equipment and set up shop.

In the years to come, Leonie would move to Anchorage and Nome. She traded her experience with the Model T for a mobile dental service via dogsled!

By the 1930s, Leonie had relocated back to California. America had plunged into the Great Depression, and very few people had the money for dental visits. Undeterred, Leonie persevered.

In 1933 she took a job with President Roosevelt’s CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps), where she provided dental care to over 4,000 young men who had hired on to help maintain parks and roads in rural areas.

Her last job was in Tehachapi, California, where she became the leading dentist for the California Institute for Women – a women’s prison.

Leonie died in 1944 at the age of 61, after having blazed the way for other women to enter the field of dentistry.

Undeniably, one strong woman! Thank you to Memed Nurrohmad for the Pixabay image. And if you enjoyed Leonie’s story and are not yet a follower of this monthly blog, please sign up on the right sidebar.

You can catch up with me on my website – www.lindasittig.com or Twitter @LHsittig or Facebook as Linda Sittig. My current three novels, Cut From Strong Cloth, Last Curtain Call, and Counting Crows, are available in stand-alone bookstores and online.

Right now, I am hard at work finishing up edits on my next two books! Stay tuned to learn more, and in the meantime, remember to brush and floss!

~ Linda

Dr. Frank Dunne, this month’s blog is dedicated to you😊

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Bertha Benz: the Woman Who Taught Us How to Drive

By Linda Harris Sittig

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On a travel poster for Southwestern Germany, you might see images of rolling hills, verdant pastures, and ancient stone castles. Vineyards, quaint villages, and the entrance to the Black Forest are not far away.

But neither is a historic route that changed the future of humanity, thanks to Bertha Ringer Benz.

Born in 1849 to a wealthy family in the area called Baden, Bertha met Karl Benz when she was a teen.

At age 21, she granted him a portion of her dowry to invest in an iron construction company. The company failed, but the love interest did not. Two years later, in 1872, Bertha Ringer married Karl Benz, and they settled in the town of Mannheim.

As Karl attempted various inventions, he often fell back on the financial support of his wife. Bertha did not mind. She was, by all accounts, an intelligent woman. However, Bertha was also a visionary. She saw the possibilities in his ideas.

In 1885 Karl finished work on his horseless carriage, which he called his Motorwagen. Together with Bertha as his muse and business partner, he applied for a patent in 1886. Under German law at that time, Bertha could not be named as a co-inventor on the patent.

Bertha instinctively knew the Motorwagen could transform transportation. Karl, however, was a perfectionist and would not allow the car out in public, except for very short distances.

One bright summer morning in 1888, as dawn broke on the horizon, Bertha quietly gathered their two oldest children, 13-year-old Eugen, and 12-year-old Richard. They tiptoed out of the house and silently pushed the Motorwagen out into the street. Good-bye, Mannheim! They were on their way!

Bertha planned to motor to her mother’s house in Pforzheim, a distance of 106 km (66 miles) southeast. Remember that in 1888, rural roads were mostly dirt, maps for distance travel were few and far between, and of course, there were no gas stations!

Bertha knew she would become a spectacle along the route. People would marvel at the Motorwagen and talk about the woman driving it. A sly smile spread across her face as she steered the Motorwagen out of town.

The car she drove was the Model III, which only had two gears, no fuel tank, and a 4.5 litre (1.18 gallons) supply of petrol in the carburetor.

They were not far into their journey when Bertha had to stop for more petrol. The only substance available was ligroin, a petroleum solvent, and it was only available at apothecary (pharmacy) shops. The trip then involved stopping at many apothecary shops along the way.

Later they developed a problem with the wooden brakes, so Bertha stopped at a cobbler’s shop and asked him to fit the brakes with leather strips – thus inventing brake linings. Each time they stopped, Bertha made notes about the problems they encountered and how she fixed them.

Later the fuel line became clogged. Bertha stopped the vehicle, inspected the problem, and then jabbed her long hat pin into the valve to open the clog. It would take Bertha 12 hours to travel the 66 miles to her mother’s house, and yes, all along the way, people stopped and stared at the incredible sight of a motor carriage without horses!

Once she arrived at Pforzheim, Bertha sent Karl a telegram, announcing that she and the boys and the Motorwagen were safe. She also revealed to Karl that he would have to build an additional gear because she and the boys had to push the Motorwagen up the steep hills!

Her innate sense for marketing and her trip, the first of its kind, generated a tremendous amount of publicity. Bertha had made her mark. But just as important, she helped to improve her husband’s invention of the gas-powered car.

In 1906 Karl and Bertha moved their operation to Ladenburg, where she and Karl established a family automobile business. Eventually, Karl merged his company with the DMG Company, and after Karl died in 1929, the company became known familiarly as Mercedes Benz.

Bertha continued to motor behind the wheel well into her old age and died in 1944, two days after her 95th birthday. Today, the Bertha Benz Memorial Route allows tourists to follow Bertha’s groundbreaking journey from Mannheim to Pforzheim and imagine her trip in 1888. Check out this link on YouTube for a glimpse into history: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsGrFYD5Nfs. It is called Bertha Benz: the Journey That Changed Everything.

While Bertha Ringer Benz was the first person to market the idea of a test drive, she also propelled the automobile industry into mankind’s future. One Strong Woman!

Thank you, Barb Anderson, of North Carolina, for sharing Bertha’s story with me.

As we move into spring, you can catch me on https://www.lindasittig.com or Twitter @LHsittig, Facebook as linda sittig, Instagram @LHsittig, and LinkedIn. I am anticipating the publication of two new books this year, and am mulling over an idea for a fourth book in the Threads of Courage Series, available in bookstores and online.

~ Linda

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Mary Eliza Mahoney: Determined to Overcome Medical Training Prejudice

by Linda Harris Sittig

In 1985 my father lay immobile in a hospital bed in Florida, a viral infection victim with Guillain Barré.  For a 71-year-old previously healthy and active man, we were all in shock that his body had turned against him.

My brother and I had flown to Florida to talk with the doctors so that we could understand my dad’s prognosis. Because neither of us was in the medical-health field, we found the doctors compassionate but sometimes hard to understand in layman’s terms of what was happening. But we were told my dad’s nurse would come in shortly and answer any further questions.

Enter the nurse.

Up to this point in my life, I had never really thought much about nurses. Throughout my early years and young adulthood, they all looked strikingly the same, female and white.

When Nurse Paul entered the room, I’m sure I had a surprised look on my face. I do remember saying, “Are you the nurse?”

Paul turned out to be more than a nurse; he became our resident angel, taking care of both my father and my brother and me. When my father finally left the I.C.U, Nurse Paul had become a part of my life and forever changed my stereotypical image of nurses.

Now enter Mary Eliza Mahoney.

At the age of 34, Mary Mahoney was the first African-American woman to earn a professional nursing degree and become a full-time licensed nurse. The year was 1879.

Mary Eliza’s parents were freed slaves who left North Carolina before the Civil War. They headed for New England and the chance for their children to receive a proper education. Born in 1845 in Boston, Massachusetts, Mary Eliza was the oldest of her three siblings. Her parents later enrolled her at the nearby Phillips School, one of America’s first integrated educational institutions.

By the time Mary Eliza was a teen, she felt drawn to nursing and decided to take a job at the New England Hospital for Women and Children in nearby Roxbury. She took the only jobs offered, janitor, cook, and washerwoman for someone with no professional training. Her dedication led her to become a nurse’s aide, and that was how she began to educate herself about the nursing profession.

The New England Hospital for Women and Children was highly unusual since the doctors were all female. Mary Eliza flourished in an atmosphere dedicated to the health and well-being of women and children.

In 1862 The New England Hospital for Women and Children opened one of the first nursing schools in the United States. After working at the hospital for 15 years, Mary Eliza applied for admission to the nursing program.

The program was intense, but at age 33, Mary Eliza dug in her heels and persisted in her studies. She spent her 16 hour days attending lectures and classes and participating in first-hand experiences with patients in the hospital wards. Of course, it helped that she had already had over a decade of knowledge working at the hospital.

After the program ended, only four of the original  42 students who had started together finished to graduate. Mary Eliza was one of those four and the only African-American. And this is how she became the first African-American woman to earn a professional nursing license.

Then the question became, where would she work?

In 1879 the United States was still in the grip of post-Civil War sentiments, and racial prejudice ran high in the field of public nursing. So Mary Eliza set out to pursue a career in private nursing.

For the next 30 years, Mary Eliza focused on the needs of her clients. Because of her skills, knowledge, and professionalism, she was sought out by many of Boston’s prestigious families.

Then, in 1896 Mary joined the Nurses Associated Alumnae of the United States (today the American Nurses Association). This group, however, was predominantly white and slow to accept Negro nurses. Mary waited till 1909 and then helped to form the National Association of Colored Graduate Nurses. At the NACGN’s first national conference a year later, Mary Eliza was asked to give the opening speech.

In 1911 she decided to use her nursing talents in a new way. She became the Director for the Howard Orphanage Asylum for Black Children located in Long Island, New York.

When she finally retired from nursing, Mary Eliza turned her energy and interests into the suffrage movement. When the 19th Amendment passed in 1920, Mary Eliza was one of the first women to register to vote in Boston. She died from breast cancer six years later at the age of 80.

Ten years later, the National Association for Colored Graduate Nurses established the Mary Mahoney Award in honor of the woman who had given her entire life to others. The American Nurses Association still bestows that award today.

 I can only think that Mary Eliza would have been a wonderful nurse for my dad, but then again, so was Paul.

March is the month to celebrate Women’s History, and to all the Strong Women out there, we say Cheers!

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Wishing you health and peace in 2021.

~ Linda

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Anna Asbury Stone: Courageous American Patriot

by Linda Harris Sittig

What would you do if you found out your two brothers and your husband, all three serving in the Continental Army, had run out of food and supplies, and your brothers were sick, encamped 200 miles from you?

Naturally, you would be upset, concerned, maybe even frustrated. But would you consider leaving your three young children to ride horseback over 200 miles of rough terrain to bring aid to your brothers and husband?

Anna Asbury Stone did just that.

Anna’s Story

Born on Oct. 6, 1747, in Stafford County, Virginia, Anna became accustomed at an early age to step up to the plate. When her father died young and left Anna’s mother and siblings without enough income to survive, Anna’s family went to live with an uncle.

When Anna was 11, the uncle farmed her out as an indentured servant to a well-to-do family in the county for seven years.

But well-to-do does not necessarily equate with kindness.

When Anna worked as an indentured servant, she became friends with the African cook, who also served as a healer on the plantation. From Rhoda, the African woman, Anna learned invaluable lessons about cooking and using age-old techniques for treating the sick.

When Anna returned to her uncle’s house at 18, she met and fell in love with the new Baptist preacher, Benjamin Stone. They married and started a family and lived a simple rural life in Fauquier County, VA.

But then history intervened. The American colonies began to rebel against the tyranny of King George of England. Benjamin Stone felt it was his patriotic duty to volunteer as a chaplain to the Continental Army.

By December of 1777, George Washington’s troops were ensconced at Valley Forge, PA, for their winter quarters. Living in tents or crudely constructed huts, poorly clothed, and not enough food, diseases became rampant. The most feared was smallpox.

When Anna receives the letter from her husband, attesting to the problematic situation and the news that both her brothers are in a nearby field hospital sick with the pox, Anna does not hesitate.

Within days she is saddled on her horse with multiple saddlebags and bundles filled with men’s winter clothing and food provisions.

Her 200-mile trek from Fauquier County, VA, to Valley Forge is over treacherous terrain for a woman riding alone, especially in winter. More than once, she fends off would-be attackers.

The Plot Against General George Washington

When Anna reaches York, PA, she receives a packet of letters intended for General George Washington. The hope is that the British will not suspect a woman carrier. One of the letters discloses a plot by a small group of founding fathers bent on Washington’s removal so that a new leader who would favor trade with Britain be installed.

Her journey takes two weeks, but she arrives at Valley Forge to tend to her sick brothers and husband. She also delivers the letters to General Washington. Once her brothers seem to be on the mend, Anna sets out again on horseback, but this time to return home.

The American Revolution would drag on for an additional six years before the colonies achieved their goal of complete independence from Great Britain.

Benjamin Stone returns home to Anna and continues his life as a Baptist preacher. Their marriage is ultimately blessed with a total of eleven children. Anna never again rode on such a journey as the trip to Valley Forge. Still, when American women had virtually no freedoms for themselves, Anna learned that she could take care of herself and perform duties as a community healer.

Further Reading

If you are interested in Anna’s full story, look for Answering Liberty’s Call,  available online and in bookstores, by Tracy Lawson. Today, a D.A.R. chapter in Cambridge, Ohio, is named in honor of Anna Stone, a true American Patriot.

If you enjoyed this brief synopsis of Anna’s story and would like to learn about more strong women from history, sign up on the right sidebar and become a follower of this blog.

You can also learn about more strong women from my three novels, Cut From Strong Cloth, Last Curtain Call, and Counting Crows, all available online and in bookstores. You can learn more about me as an author from www.lindasittig.com or follow me on Twitter @lhsittig and Instagram @lhsittig.

On Feb. 15, from 7 – 8 pm, I will be participating in the 3 Great Books Launch Party on Facebook. Joining with two other authors, we will be sharing the stories behind our novels and open to interactive questions. And, we will be doing giveaways! Please do join in on the fun.

~ Linda

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Judy M. Nash: Educational Mentor by Linda Harris Sittig

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If we are lucky, each of us gets blessed at least once in our lives with a mentor. A mentor guides us to be the best we can, and encourages us when we fall flat on our face, and steps back out of the limelight so we can shine.

That person for me was Judy M. Nash.

Born in 1935 in New York City, Judy inherited the Yankee spirit of ‘can do’ but added to that the belief that everyone has the right to dream their impossible dream.

Judy earned her undergraduate degree and teacher certification from Marymount College in New York and then pursued a Masters and Doctorate at Catholic University in Washington D.C. She began her professional career in Fairfax County, Virginia, teaching at an elementary school and, within five years, became an assistant principal.

After three years as an assistant, Judy then became a principal. She received one of the oldest, most in need of renovation, elementary schools in Fairfax County. Undaunted, she set about to change the dreary building into a beacon of education and a safe place for children. She was rewarded seven years later by being given a brand-new school to open – Fox Mill Elementary in Herndon, Virginia.

And that is where I came into her story.

I had been a reading teacher at the middle school and high school levels. Because of my graduate degree, I had mostly taught reluctant readers, students who can read but choose not to.

Through trial and error, I learned that riveting stories could persuade students to pick up a book. They only needed to be introduced to the right kinds of stories. But after eleven years, I wanted to try something new.

A good friend who happened to be Judy’s secretary mentioned that I should apply to be the new Fox Mill reading teacher. “But I’ve only ever taught middle school and high school,” I replied.

“You should at least interview. You’ll find that Judy Nash is not your typical principal.”

So, I agreed. I walked into the newly constructed school office at Fox Mill and immediately noticed that all the telephones were yellow. No one in 1980 had yellow phones in schools.

The interview was relatively normal. I picked up right away that Judy was a bright woman who did not shy away from challenges and who had the best interest of the students as her primary goal.

She had my resume on her desk but did not mention the obvious fact that I had never taught elementary school. She concluded the interview by asking me why I thought I would be a good fit at Fox Mill.

I answered that I had spent 11 years teaching reluctant learners and many students who still read at a 3rd or 4th-grade level, even though they were middle and high schoolers.

She countered with, how successful was I?

I replied that I could brag that I had raised test scores, but I thought it was more important that I had turned those students onto reading, hopefully as in lifelong readers.

She thanked me for the interview and said she’d be in contact. Which is the polite way of saying she wasn’t sure if she would offer me the job.

However, a week later, she called and offered me the position. I thanked her and wanted to know why she was willing to take a chance on a secondary teacher to teach reading at her school. She answered, “Because you have a passion for children and reading.”

And so, my odyssey as an elementary reading teacher began. As I worked with Judy, she continually nudged me to seek out new ideas. When I said we should join R.I.F. (Reading is Fundamental) so every student in our building would be able to start their own home library, she didn’t bat an eye. “Figure it out, and I’ll support you.”

When I gently suggested that we could revamp the fourth-grade social studies curriculum to mix literature with stories to bring history to life, she gave me the go-ahead.

When reading in the home was being touted by professionals, Judy asked if we could design a school-wide reading incentive program. A week later, I stepped into her office to announce I wanted to contact Kermit the Frog to be our mascot for the program.

The program, Reading in a Rainbow, was a huge success, and Judy found us airtime on a local Fairfax TV station to bring about further awareness of the importance of parents reading with their children.

For the next three years, I grew exponentially as an educator under her mentorship. At first, she suggested I attend professional educational conferences, and then the next year urged me to submit applications to be a presenter at those same conferences.

What made Judy Nash so special? In words from her obituary….she was a dreamer, an adventurer, and an educator who emboldened her students (and teachers) to live their dreams.

As an educator, her own odyssey took her from Barcelona to Boston, to the U.S. Virgin Islands, Virginia, and finally as a director of education in Newark, Delaware. Along the way, she encouraged both children and adults to become the best they could be.

Irish to the core, she cooked corned beef and cabbage every St. Patrick’s Day for her staff. And she had a love for the sea, sailing whenever she could find the time.

Judy had an energy that drew people to her, and she had a love of life that was contagious.

As I start 2021, I look back on the Strong Women I was graced with in life and count Judy Nash among them. She encouraged me to love my chosen career and always look for new ways of inspiring children.

Judy passed in 2014 after a courageous battle with dementia, but she left behind a legacy that touched thousands of lives.

Judy M. Nash, my epitome of a Strong Woman.

~ Linda

You can also catch me on Twitter @LHsittig, my web page www.lindasittig.com, or on Amazon at www.amzn.com/19405530. My three novels featuring strong women from the past are available at bookstores and online. Cut From Strong Cloth, Last Curtain Call, and Counting Crows. Wishing everyone health and happiness in the new year.

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Annie Dodge Wauneka: Saving Lives One Family at a Time

by Linda Harris Sittig

The Navajo Nation land stretches 27,500 square miles across Arizona, Utah, and New Mexico. It is the largest native reservation and is comparable in landmass to West Virginia.

The landscape and the people of the arid desert and high plateaus appear to be timeless. However, many lifestyle changes occurred in the late twentieth century. And it was Annie Dodge Wauneka who precipitated most of the medical advancements.

Her Early Life

Born 1910 into the Tse níjikíní (Cliff Dwelling People) in the Clan of the Diné (Navajo), Annie began life in a traditional Navajo hogan near present-day Sawmill, Arizona. Within a year, her father, Henry Chee Dodge, decided he would raise her. For the next seven years, Annie learned Navajo history and culture from her father as he taught her to speak both Navajo and English.

At age eight, she attended a government-run boarding school in Fort Defiance, Arizona. During her first year, 1918, the Spanish Influenza pandemic struck the school. Faculty and children alike succumbed.

In 1918, an estimated native population of 320,000 lived in the United States, down from the original 10 million. After the flu pandemic, the CDC estimates that 50 million people worldwide died from the virus. This includes an estimated 12.5% of all Native Americans.

Fortunately for Annie, she only contracted a mild case and quickly recovered. The school nurse called upon Annie to help her care for the remaining flu victims.

That experience was the catalyst for Annie’s life-long commitment to public health.

Her next education was at a government-sponsored Indian school In Albuquerque, New Mexico. She met George Wauneka, another student, and they married in 1929 when Annie turned nineteen.

As a Young Adult

During the 1930s and 1940s, Annie stayed busy attending tribal council meetings with her father and raising six children with her husband George. As she traveled with her father across the vast Navajo reservation, she began to see a pattern in many of her people’s health woes.

At the time, few people understood the importance of sanitation. Annie began to think that ‘white man’s medicine’ could help her people. However, she also understood both the Navajo’s suspicious nature and distrust of the white culture.

Annie finally decided that to help her people, she had to fight from a position with power. So she ran for and won a spot on the Navajo Tribal Council. The year was 1952, Annie was only the second woman ever to hold a council member position.

She went right to work, speaking out for the need for more reservation doctors and hospitals. Then she advocated the need to educate the Navajo about tuberculosis. Although the Navajo mostly followed traditional healing practices, Annie voiced that tuberculosis and pneumonia were higher on the reservation than the national average. If her people could get hospitals right on the reservation and be cared for by skilled doctors, they might lower the killing disease’s abysmal rate.

Because there was no word for ‘germ’ or ‘vaccination’ in the Navajo language, Annie devised an English-Navajo medical dictionary. This tool helped her people understand how the sicknesses spread.

In 1953, the Navajo Tribal Council appointed Annie Dodge Wauneka as the chair of the newly created  Health and Welfare section of the Community Services Committee.

To Annie, this was the green light to march forward with her plans.

Educating Herself First

She started taking classes to learn more about the diseases affecting her people. Within a few years, she enrolled at the University of Tucson, Arizona, and worked to achieve a degree in public health. She continued to travel the reservation, teaching mothers better health practices. And always, she was respectful of their traditional beliefs.

In 1956 Annie was appointed to the U.S. Advisory Committee on Indian Health.

She had already tackled tuberculosis; now, she focused on women’s health.  Annie campaigned for better gynecological, obstetric, and pediatric care. Because many babies were born in poorly heated and unclean homes, the infant mortality rate was high. Annie conceived a plan. If a native woman agreed to give birth in a reservation hospital, the Tribal Council would give her free clothing and blankets in exchange.

 By the end of the 1960s, the mortality rate had decreased by twenty-five percent.

Did she slow down? Not at all. In 1961 she hosted a daily radio show in Gallup, New Mexico. Broadcast in the Navajo language, Annie covered items on significant health issues.

 In 1963 President Lyndon B. Johnson awarded Annie Dodge Wauneka the Presidential Medal of Freedom. It was given for her dedication to helping the Navajo access modern medicine without sacrificing their traditions. She was the first Native American to win this honor.

Annie continued working to support the Navajo Nations’ improvement of health standards well into the late 1980s. She died at 87.

As I have said before, Strong Women come from all races.

Thanks to blog follower Randy Harris of California, who found Annie’s story and shared it with me. Photo credit to PDPhotos of Pixabay.

You can also catch me on Twitter and Instagram @LHsittig, and my webpage www.LindaSittig.com. My three novels: Cut from Strong Cloth, Last Curtain Call, and Counting Crows, are available in bookstores and online.

Peace and health to everyone.

~ Linda  

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Margaret Hutchinson Rousseau: Bringing Penicillin to the Masses

By Linda Harris Sittig

When you’ve developed an infection and the doctor prescribes penicillin, what image comes to mind?

A needle, some pills, perhaps the pink medicinal liquid?

How about a cantaloupe?

Penicillin was discovered in 1928 by Scottish scientist Alexander Fleming. However, because the antibiotic was so difficult to extract from the mold that created it, only a handful of people received the antibiotic within the first decade of its availability.

The creation of penicillin was one of the greatest medical creations of the 20th century. Before, people with life-threatening bacterial infections did not survive: like one of my grandfathers.

But it would take the groundbreaking work of Margaret Hutchison to enable the pharmacology companies to mass-produce this life-saving drug.

Margaret’s Story

Born on October 27, 1910, in Houston, Texas, Margaret’s father was a clothing store owner, and her mother was a housemaker. Even from childhood, Margaret showed a vivid interest in science. She graduated with a Bachelor of Science from Rice Institute (Texas) in 1932 and a Ph.D. in chemical engineering from M.I.T. (Boston) in 1937. At the age of 27, Margaret was the first American woman to earn a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. Decades later, she would become the first female member of the American Institute of Chemical Engineers.

After finishing her Ph.D., she married William C. Rousseau, whom she met while working in Boston for E.B. Badger, a design company in the chemical engineering industry. While working for Badger, Margaret designed a production process for synthetic rubber. Next, she helped to develop the process of high-octane gas for aviation fuel—a boon for the American military in WWII.

Intrigued by the challenge of mass-producing penicillin, she turned to the research showing how mold from cantaloupes was an effective source for extracting the necessary ingredients to produce the anti-bacterial drug.

First, her research team revised a fermentation process with Pfizer Pharmaceuticals. Then, she took her team to Brooklyn, N.Y. where they converted an old ice factory into a penicillin production facility.

The challenge and the difficulties were enormous, but they successfully developed a deep-tank fermentation process that could generate large quantities of mold, readily available to be made into penicillin.

Margaret continued to collaborate with other scientists using her research on fermentation coupled with the petrochemical process of engineering to help companies mass produce penicillin under the auspices of the U.S. War Production Board.

The Legacy of Margaret’s Work

In the first half of 1944, her research led to the production of almost 2.3 million doses of penicillin. Just a few weeks later came the invasion of Normandy that Americans call D-Day. Penicillin saved countless lives of the injured.

The estimate of how many soldiers’ lives were saved by penicillin in WWII is fifteen percent. Compare that to the American Civil War, where 3/5 of the Union troops and 2/3 of the Confederate troops died from infectious bacterial disease.

After WWII, penicillin was made available to the general public on March 15, 1945.

Scientists Alexander Fleming, Howard Florey and Ernst Chain shared the 1945 Nobel Prize in Medicine for developing penicillin. Dorothy Hodgkin received a Nobel Prize later for her discovery of the structure of penicillin.

But it was the legacy of Margaret Hutchinson Rousseau that brough penicillin to the people.

While we wait in anticipation for a vaccine for Covid 19, remember Margaret and the lowly cantaloupe. Sometimes sought-after results come from surprising sources.

Thank you to Cort Johns, a blog follower from the Netherlands who alerted me to Margaret’s story.

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Susie Baker King Taylor: Caring to Make a Difference

By guest blogger Millicent H.B. Hughes

While many people may associate St. Simons Island, Georgia, with laidback southern beach living, the island played an important role in the Civil War.

In April 1862, when the Union Army reclaimed the Sea Islands of Georgia from the Confederate forces, Susie Baker was a slip of a 13-year-old girl. Her family, enslaved on a plantation near Savannah, somehow, sent Susie to live with her grandmother. While Georgia had strict laws against the education of freed or enslaved African-Americans, her grandmother enrolled Susie in secret lesson programs.

Then the Civil War exploded, and Susie’s uncle took the young folk of the family on a Union gunboat headed to St. Simons Island. Onboard, Susie sat near the captain, who discovered that she could both read and write.

When the boat docked at St. Simons Island, the captain suggested to Union officials that they employ young Susie Baker as a teacher for the African-American children on the island. As unlikely as this might sound today, St. Simons Island saw religious northern abolitionists and the U.S. Treasury Department cooperate to make the abandoned cotton plantations profitable, as well as a source of support for rescued Blacks.

Why hire a teenage girl to be the teacher? Susie knew Gullah, the impenetrable local dialect. Thus, at age 14, Susie Baker became the first African-American to teach at a school in Georgia. Her class at Gaston Bluff consisted of 40 children, but numerous adults would show up each evening to also receive lessons.

In October 1862, the Union evacuated St. Simons and headed to Beaufort, South Carolina, on the mainland. Susie was asked to accompany the First South Carolina Volunteers, an all-Black troop. Her title? Laundress.

By this time, Susie had married Sergeant Edward King, a non-commissioned officer in the First South Carolina Volunteers, and in truth, she did not perform many laundry duties. Instead, she became the camp nurse and part-time teacher. Once, when food stores ran low, she had only cans of condensed milk and turtle eggs, Susie concocted turtle custard to feed the men. The hungry do not complain.

At the end of the Civil War, Susie Baker King had worked for close to four years for the Union Army. What was her compensation? Nothing. As an official nurse, she would have been eligible for a stipend, but her title of laundress did not qualify her for any payment.

When the Civil War ended, Susie and Edward moved to Savannah. A few months later, Edward died in a dock accident, and Susie became a widow. With a small son to take care of, she opened her private school for African-American children in Savannah. The government then set up free Freedmen’s Bureau schools, and she could not compete against the free education programs.

By 1879 Susie was working as a domestic. Her employer’s family spent the summers in Boston, Massachusetts, and the winters in Georgia. While in Boston, she met and married Russell Taylor and helped organize the Woman’s Relief Corps for disabled veterans of the Civil War.

Then, in 1902 Susie Baker King Taylor wrote a book, Reminiscences of my Life in Camp. It was the only recounting of the Civil War by an African-American female.

Today, the area on St. Simons where Susie Baker King Taylor’s school existed is called Gascoigne Bluff and sports trendy houses. But in 1862, it hosted an innovative school for African-American children, thanks to Susie Baker King Taylor.

~ A gracious thank you to Millicent H. B. Hughes for guest blogging this month on Strong Women. Millicent is the author of 1777 Danbury on Fire! a story of the American Revolution told from a 13-year-old boy who became swept up in the turmoil. The book is available upon request in bookstores and through Amazon.

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Oseola McCarty: Pennies to Philanthropist by Linda Harris Sittig

There is no way that Oseola McCarty would ever have dreamed that one day she would become the woman who financed college educations for others.

You see, Oseola dropped out of school at the age of twelve and never stepped back inside a classroom again.

Her Story Begins

Born in 1908 in rural Mississippi, Oseola was raised in Hattiesburg by her grandmother and aunt. From an early age, Oseola learned the principles of a strong work ethic. When she returned home from school each day, she worked helping her grandmother and aunt with the piles of laundry they took in as their means of employment.

To her grandmother and aunt’s credit, they paid Oseola a small weekly sum and encouraged her to save that money. Week in, week out, Oseola would stow the pennies, dimes, nickels, and quarters inside her doll buggy.

But when Oseola was in the sixth grade, her aunt fell seriously ill and could no longer work. Oseola immediately dropped out of school to help take care of her aunt and take over her aunt’s share of the laundry workload.

At the age of twelve, Oseola became a professional washerwoman.

 But unlike other folks who might become bitter about the circumstances, Oseola took great pride in her work and derived a sense of satisfaction from a job well done.

Oseola’s Work Ethic

By 1920 Oseola’s world revolved around washing laundry by hand on a hard wooden washboard. According to Oseola, she would “go outside early in the morning and start the fire under the wash pot. Then I would soak, wash, and boil a load of clothes. Then they would have to be rinsed, wrenched, starched, and hung out on the line.” A workday for Oseola would often end around 11 pm after she finished all the ironing. Her skill as a laundress became legendary in Hattiesburg, and she did not retire until the age of eighty-six.

Her Legacy

So how did she become a philanthropist?

Remember the money in the doll buggy? Within a year from stashing cash in the doll buggy, she opened a savings account in a local bank. AND NEVER WITHDREW A SINGLE PENNY.

As the years went on, her savings grew.

In 1995, at age 86, when her hands swollen with arthritis made handwashing clothes impossible, she decided to withdraw all her savings and do something with the money.

The amount had grown to $280,000, more than enough for Oseola to live comfortably for the rest of her life. Instead, she withdrew $150,000 and donated it to the University of Southern Mississippi to start a scholarship for needy Black students.

Oseola lived a few blocks from the university, but because of segregation, she had never stepped foot on the property.

At first, several neighbors and friends chided her for giving her money to a school that had been whites-only. She replied, “Well, they let colored people in there now.”

The first student to receive a McCarty scholarship was Stephanie Bullock, president of the senior class in Hattiesburg. She had a twin brother, and her family could only afford to send one child to college. With Oseola’s help, they both were able to attend.

As word spread throughout Hattiesburg of Oseola’s generosity, many town residents began to contribute to the scholarship fund, eventually tripling the total sum.

For the rest of her life, Oseola continued to live frugally, walk everywhere, and started every day with a prayer to God, thanking Him for her bountiful life.

Towards the end, she commented that her only regret was that she did not have more money to give away.

Ripples

Here is a perfect example of how one person can impact the world. With only a sixth-grade education, her act of generosity spread far beyond Mississippi. When billionaire Ted Turner heard Oseola’s story, he told the New York Times, “if that little woman could give away almost all she had, I can certainly give a billion (to charity).”

To date, 44 students have received the full-tuition McCarty Scholarship.

Strong women send out ripples that can change the world.

Thank you to blog-follower Ann Paciulli for sharing Oceola’s poignant story with me.

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

~ Linda

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