Wednesday, July 3, 2024

HEY, LANCASTER! I'M BACK!


In 1968, at the ripe old age of nineteen, after two semesters I flunked out of what was then Shippensburg State College. There was no mystery—I didn’t study and had lots of fun.  I’d tagged along with my parents that year when they moved to Pennsylvania, transferring from a junior college in Kansas. After growing up in the Midwest I was excited for a new adventure. But not this.

Trying to figure out what was next, I worked as a nurse’s aide that summer of discontent in the baby ward at the Pennsylvania State Hospital for Crippled Children in Elizabethtown.

Pennsylvania State Hospital for Crippled Children

I met two amazing technologists in the radiology department and was impressed by their compassion and skill working with challenging, very small patients in casts and wheelchairs.  I knew I didn’t have the patience to be a nurse. I liked the idea of helping people and loved photography. Maybe taking x-rays was the answer!

I decided to enroll in the School of Radiologic Technology at Lancaster General Hospital.  I loved the looks of the charming old artsy town—plus there was an all-male college there.

Our class was small and the female students were housed with the nursing students in the dorm on Lime Street.

I lived on the second floor.

The program was rigorous. After classes we worked in the Radiology Department, learning to x-ray all parts of the body, doing fluoroscopy exams like barium enemas, plus taking films in the operating room and processing them  for the surgeons to inspect (no digital film back then). Not to mention taking overnight call where we dealt with drunks, all the assorted injuries that inevitably occur after midnight, and even sometimes Amish buggy accidents which many times had tragic results.

The hard-working class of 1970

I was proud of myself! The flunk-out had reformed! I was maturing, wasn’t I? Though high jinks sometimes happened in the dorm.

I still don't know how that umbrella got there!

Then I heard about the mixer. The Student Nurses Association was hosting a party for Franklin & Marshall College boys. X-ray students were not invited!

Well!  I convinced a fellow student to crash the party with me. We deserved to be there. We were cute!

A boy asked me to dance and a bold sophomore student named Paul edged in and told me not to.  I didn’t dance with either of them but ended up spending the rest of the evening with Paul.  I even kissed him goodnight.

Sophomore Paul

The romance began.  We walked miles down James Street—back and forth on our dates (no car). I even watched him play soccer for F&M. He was a very attractive goalie.


We got married half-way through Paul’s senior year. After college we left Lancaster, I thought for good. We moved to Dallas, Texas, where Paul attended Southern Methodist University School of Law on a full scholarship. I worked in Nuclear Medicine and regular x-ray—sometimes taking pictures of Dallas Cowboys! Feeling sad about not finishing college, I attempted to self-educate by reading classic literature and taking artsy photos and processing them in my bathroom darkroom.

The Texas Two

After law school we moved to Washington, D.C. Paul worked at the Department of Justice and then taught law at American University Washington School of Law.  I worked part-time in x-ray and took college classes when I could. We raised a son and daughter and loved five dogs.  I’d always enjoyed writing and, after I won a major photography  contest, had the courage to pursue my writing career at age 42. At age 53 I finally graduated cum laude from Mount Holyoke College with a degree in American Studies. Just to show it’s never too late to follow your dreams.

Paul graduating from college in 1971, Marty 32 years later!

Now, after 53 years of marriage and five wonderful grandchildren, we are both partially retired although Paul will commute and teach fall semester at American and I am working on my 18th book about a heroic athlete who ran in the 1936 Olympics. We are thrilled to be back in Lancaster and enjoying our home at the wonderful Willow Valley Communities with our Samoyed dog, Emily. Returning to Pennsylvania Dutch Country is adding the other bookend of our life together.

Here we are at our home in Willow Valley Communities with one of our delightful grandchildren and Emily our Samoyed.

Hey, Lancaster! I’m so glad that I’ve come back to make more wonderful memories.But I will certainly behave the next time I set foot in that hospital!


Thursday, December 9, 2021

AN UNFORGETTABLE STORYBOOK HOLIDAY


 Last week I hung out with a group of dedicated literary Christmas angels at the 18th Annual Storybook Holiday hosted by Frostburg State University's Children's Literature Centre. It was truly an inspiring, jolly, and unforgettable experience.

There are many organizations that promote children's literature—and then there is The Children's Literature Centre. They celebrate their 40th anniversary next year. Not only do they do groundbreaking work culturally and academically, they are great supporters of home, school, and the community.  Each year the CLC hosts many events involving books and authors that are fun.  Fun for children! 

In early October I received an invitation from Dr. Bill Bingman, the founder of the Centre, to have my book Santa's Underwear featured at the event! An author visit with the PreK-2nd graders at Beall Elementary (the CLC's adopted school) was scheduled on Friday morning, then a presentation and book signing at the historic Hotel Gunter during the Storybook festivities on Saturday. I was also invited to ride in the town parade—a first for me! I looked forward to the event for the next eight weeks!

Thursday, December 2: My husband and I arrive in Frostburg, Maryland—a beautiful Allegheny Mountain college town. FYI: I am directionally challenged and my kind, tolerant, understanding husband, Paul, usually drives me to out-of-town events. Otherwise, I might be wandering across the countryside for an undisclosed length of time—perhaps forever. My car's GPS voice sounds disdainful—not helpful!

Right away we felt the festivities.  I spied these signs on the street!


We made our way over to City Place where preparations were ongoing. Handmade snowflakes hung from the ceiling!

Three hard-working volunteer angels, Peg Kealey, Majorie Nelson, and Ellen Arnon were making clever crafts for the Frostburg children.


The Director of the Children's Literature Centre, Dr. Sarah O'Neal, revealed the wonderful window painting by talented local art teacher, Marne Troutman.  


Dr. O'Neal is also artistically talented. She designed this window display at the local bookstore Main Street Books. Notice she matched all of Santa's underwear from my book!

It was a pleasure to meet the fabulous Graduate Assistant Elves, Taylor McCarty, Ellie Bolton (Lead Graduate Assistant), and Erica Hill. These hardworking, charming graduate students did brilliant work for Storybook Holiday—and were very helpful to me during this event! Also, thanks also to Kelly Claxton, the Mass Communications Intern.

Friday, December 3: I presented at Beall Elementary School. I must say they were some of the most attentive and well-behaved children I have ever dealt with. And, I signed some generously donated books for them! 

There was excitement in the town all day Friday. Frostburg was alive with Christmas cheer! Even the parking meters were decorated!


Paul with his favorite!

Saturday, December 4: STORYBOOK HOLIDAY TIME!

There was a wonderful time to be had by all.  Here's the schedule of events!


Dr. Bingman and co-founder of CLC, Dr. Barbara Ornstein, were ready to celebrate!
The Elf Olympics with fierce cookie tossing and marshmallow catching, all officiated by the town's own Jack Frost, were exciting!


I felt like a celebrity in the parade. My driver was the very kind and patient husband of Dr. O'Neal— popular 6th grade math teacher, John! The sign bearer, daringly perched on top of the roof of the car, was graduate assistant elf, Erica Hill.

Of course, the man of the hour eventually made his grand and important appearance!


I loved meeting up with Rick Stevenson, aka Jack Frost, who is actually a talented teacher and aspiring children's book writer. And Fred Powell who owns that wonderful Frostburg book store, Main Street Books.

Back at City Place everything was almost ready!



One of the examples of numerous crafts (with instructions) that were made for the children to enjoy!


I visited the police station during the "Cocoa with the Po-Po" event. I was honored to be given the tour by Police Commissioner Kevin Grove.


I'm running out of room. My presentation that afternoon at Hotel Gunter was well-received. Everyone was lovely and the children were adorable.

A Christmas Carol author Charles Dickens once wrote, "I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all year long!" The folks at the CLC and Frostburg have certainly done both!    

                      MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

LADDIE BOY, THE 1st FIRST DOG


"If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog."  Attributed to Harry Truman, U.S. President

People, not dogs, are politicians. But that’s not always true.  Many have forgotten about Laddie Boy, the first presidential pet to became a star.   He tail-wagged his way into the hearts of many Americans.  The dog was so popular during his lifetime that if he’d run for office he surely would have won!

 Laddie Boy was “in office” during a time when the modern information age began.  The number of newspapers sold increased 75% between 1910-1930.  Movies and the radio made celebrities out of silent actors, sports figures, and even dogs.  Stubby the war dog heroically took part in 17 battles in World War I.  Strongheart was the first dog movie star.  Along with Laddie Boy, they paved the way for later animal “stars.”

Laddie Boy’s master was Warren G. Harding, 29th President of the United States.  He won the election in 1920.

  
 Los Angeles Times, Nov. 3, 1920

 It was the first presidential election where women were allowed to vote.  Some people said the ladies voted for Warren Harding because he was handsome.  But he also promised to return the country to “normalcy” after World War 1.  Many voters were tired of the turmoil and death war brought.  They wanted to lead normal, peaceful lives again.

Born July 26, 1920, Laddie Boy was a 7-month-old puppy when he became First Dog.  He arrived at The White House on March 5, 1921—Harding’s first full day as President. The purebred Airedale terrier was a gift from one of the President’s Toledo, Ohio friends.  Laddie Boy’s father, Tintern Tip Top, was a champion at dog shows.  Even as a pup Laddie Boy seemed to know he was a “tip top dog!”

President Harding and the First Lady, Florence, loved animals and wanted to promote animal welfare during their time in office. Harding howdy-doed his new pet to several cabinet members, and then took Laddie Boy outside to show him off to the reporters.  Laddie Boy was a hit!  (Since he was a teenager, Harding had been the publisher and editor of a newspaper in his hometown, Marion, Ohio.  He knew what made a good news story!)  

                                                                                                                        New York Times, March 5, 1921                                             

Warren and Florence Harding had no children together. Laddie Boy was their “baby.” The Hardings loved their dog, but also knew he was valuable politically as a symbol of “returning to normalcy.” What was more normal than a dog running around in your yard?

And that dog was smart!  Within days after arriving, Laddie Boy learned to fetch the paper for Warren and to retrieve his golf balls when the President practiced on the White House lawn.  

New York Times, March 11, 1921

Former President Woodrow Wilson’s cat was still hanging about after Harding won.  Laddie Boy decided as First Dog his duty was to chase her up a tree.  After all, it was his yard now!

Soon, the First Dog was asked to perform for the public.  Laddie Boy shook paws with hundreds of people during his time at the White House.  What a politician!

Laddie Boy also practiced shaking hands with the First Lady. (That was his homework).

Walter Whitman, The World's Work, 1921

Newspaper publishers gave President Harding a beautiful chair made of wood from a historic battleship.  Laddie Boy, who apparently liked fancy seats, tried it out.

Ohio Historical Society 

Maybe that’s why Harding had Laddie Boy sit in on most cabinet meetings. The President seemed to enjoy having a real friend there with him!  



The Sun, September 30, 1922

As the country’s First Dog, Laddie Boy constantly had his picture taken.  He even had his portrait painted.


Library of Congress, July 31, 1922

Laddie Boy made many public appearances.  In May 1921, he led the “Be Kind to Animals” parade.  He rode on his very own float. 

Library of Congress, May 13, 1921 

The distinguished man seated on the float was “Master of the Hounds,” William X. Jackson, who helped take care of Laddie Boy.  

A fancy celebration took place at the White House when Laddie Boy turned two.  The owner of Laddie Boy’s dad sent him a giant birthday cake made of dog biscuits! Every dog’s dream.  


Library of Congress, July 25, 1922

A letter arrived with the cake, supposedly written to Laddie Boy by his dad.  Many times the press pretended that the first dog, or his relatives, wrote things—then used them as newspaper articles.

Occasionally, even President Harding pretended to be his pet.  When a dog named Tiger supposedly sent Laddie Boy a message, Harding wrote back. 

 


New York Times, Feb. 7, 1922

Young admirers wrote letters about Laddie Boy too.  In 1922 Betsy Clark and Katherine Jones of New York wrote Mr. Harding asking about his dog.


Ohio Historical Society

The President wrote back. 


Ohio Historical Society

In 1923 Laddie Boy was the main attraction at the annual Easter Egg Roll on the White House lawn. President and Mrs. Harding were out of town.


Library of Congress, April 22, 1923

Did Laddie Boy write that he was tired of kids . . . and the annual Easter Egg Roll?  NO!

 


Los Angeles Times, April 3, 1923

Even though Laddie Boy was First Dog of the Land, he sometimes misbehaved.  When a prize sheep named Ohio Belle visited the White House with her owner, Laddie Boy gave her the run around!  How dare she eat the grass on his lawn!


Chicago Daily, April 11, 1922

If food was around, Laddie Boy’s manners were lacking.  He regularly begged for scraps from the dinner table.  President Harding and Florence were both softies and sneaked him lots of treats!  

 


The Sun, January 7, 1922

People sent the President and Laddie Boy unusual gifts.  Maybe they thought Laddie Boy was lonely.

 


Washington Post, May 19, 192

Probably wasn’t a good idea.  A company named their chicken dog food after the First Dog!


 Laddie Boy missed his best friend when he traveled.  On April 9. 1923, he joyously greeted Harding after he returned from a presidential trip to Florida.


Library of Congress, April 9, 1923

Warren Harding was a good master, but like most of us, he wasn’t perfect. He gave some of his friends important government jobs, and trusted them to do the right thing. The President was loyal to them when he should have seen they were crooks.  He forgot that some people weren’t as loyal as his dog was."The Teapot Dome Scandal" would be linked to the President's name forever.

The President decided to take a train trip across the country to Alaska in June 1923.  He wanted to tell the American people of all the good things his administration had accomplished. 


Washington Post, June 21, 1923

His economic policies helped end the Depression by 1921. Harding created the Bureau of the Budget, limited arms, and signed a treaty with Germany and Austria formally ending World War 1.  In 1921 he gave a speech at the University of Alabama urging an end to racial injustice.  It was the first time a president had spoken about race in the South since the Civil War.

Harding planned to be away for two months.


Library of Congress, August 1, 1923

Laddie Boy waited for his return.  But he never came back.  On August 2, 1923, Warren Harding died of a heart attack while he was in San Francisco.  He had been President for less than 2 ½ years.  


Laddie Boy surely missed his master who had been such a kind and caring friend.  

Finally, Florence and Laddie Boy both left the White House forever.  Laddie Boy’s last official act as First Dog was to greet the new President—Calvin Coolidge and his wife.  Warren would have wanted him to be a good sport.

 

New York Times, August 17, 1923

After that, Laddie Boy retired.  For the rest of his long, happy life, he lived with Florence’s favorite Secret Service agent, Harry Barker, and his family in Newtonville, Massachusetts. 

Because he fetched the Hardings’ newspaper, Laddie Boy had been called a “newsboy.” The real newsboys of America (young boys who sold newspapers on street corners) donated 19,134 pennies to be melted down and made into a magnificent life-sized statue. (Now, that was when a penny was worth something!)  He had to pose 15 times for the artist Baska Paeff.

 


National Museum of History, Smithsonian Institution

 In 1927 the bronze statue of Laddie Boy was presented to the Smithsonian Institution, and is included in the collections of the National Museum of American History. 

Laddie Boy’s widespread popularity was a result of the America’s newfound fascination with celebrities as well as the President and Mrs. Hardings’ efforts to promote their dog and the animal welfare movement.  But it was also because Laddie Boy was an intelligent, handsome, charming, friendly, well-trained dog.   For a few glittering years an Airedale terrier from Ohio enchanted the press and the public.  

Laddie Boy was indeed The First Dog of the Land—and a great politician!


 NOTE FOR YOUNG READERS

The old newspapers and photos I used in Laddie Boy’s story are primary sources. People who had first hand knowledge of the events they wrote about and photographed made them.  They lived at the same time as Laddie Boy.

Some other examples of primary sources are diaries, letters, speeches, paintings, personal papers, old documents, newsreels, and official records. 

Primary sources are a wonderful way to study history. Become a history detective and explore those primary sources for treasures from the past.

That’s how I came to know and love the great Laddie Boy.


BIBLIOGRAPHY

Adam, Samuel Hopkins.  Incredible Era;: The Life and Times of Warren Gamaliel Harding. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1939

Dean, John. Warren G. Harding.  The American President Series, ed. John Schlesinger, Jr.  New York: Henry Holt and Company Times Books, 2005.

Emery, M., E. & Roberts, N. L.  The  Press and America:  An Interpretive History of the Mass Media (8th ed.).  Boston:  Allyn and Bacon, 1996.

Parrish, M.E.  The Anxious Decades:  American in Prosperity and Depression, 1920-41.  New York: Norton, 1992.

Prycior, Helena, “The Making of the ‘First Dog’:  President Warren G. Harding and Laddie Boy,” Society & Animals 13.2 (2005).

Truman, Margaret.  White House Pets.  New York: D. McKay Co., 1969.

The Harding Home Presidential Site