Arthur H. Eyles and Gertrude Freund Eyles

My mother never knew her Heydrick grandparents and remembers her mother's parents only vaguely.  When asked about her memories of them she recalls only that they "were English and seemed very old and smelled."  That seems pretty apt for the memories of a young child when presented before two people who were exactly that--fairly formal, certainly English and as for the smell--well we can only hazard a guess.  Arthur Henry Eyles and his wife, Gertrude, died with in two years of each other; she in 1932 and he in 1934.  My mother was only 10 years old in 1932 and doesn't remember going to her grandmother's funeral.  Their family had no car and her grandparents has been a nursing home in Devon some 30 miles from Bridesburg.  Taking public transportation all the way from Bridesburg out past the Main Line to Devon would have been an all day hurdle and it doesn't seem likely that there would have been frequent visits.  We must assume that there were funerals for the two Eyles and that their daughter, my grandmother, would have attended but no one is alive who remembers this.  Lost, too, are the life stories of my great-grandparents.  Here is the the bare bones of what I know.
(Not great photograph of a framed photograph I have of Arthur and Gertrude in the nursing home in Devon c. 1930.)

Gertrude Eyles and Helen Eyles on the beach, Beach Haven, NJ c. 1898

Arthur Henry Eyles was born in Malmsbury, Gloustershire, England in 1851.  He married Gertrude Freund, who we already know was born at 7 Finsbury Circus, London in 1857.  I know nothing about the Eyles family.  And what we know about the Freunds has already been written.  I am so curious as to what brought these two together we shall never know.   They were married in 1882 in Kensington, London.  In 1884 their eldest son, named for his father was born.  My great-uncle Arthur was quite a character and he will have his own story here shortly.  Uncle Arthur was also a prolific "author" of  his self-titled "Spasmodic Gas Jets" aka his personal recollections of a very eccentric life.  He wrote a bit about his boyhood and I'm glad he did because it is the only source of information about the Eyles family in America.

In 1887 the Eyles family emigrated to America and settled in the western part of Chicago.  Arthur Eyles was an industrial chemist and had something to do (according to my mother's best recollections) with "white lead" also known as lead carbonate which was the classic white pigment for use in oil painting.  My mother thought that her grandfather had invented white lead, but this chemical compound had been used for centuries by artists and so he may have been involved in its use in other applications, but he certainly didn't invent it.  Uncle Arthur is silent on the subject and his Spasmodic Gas Jets reveal almost nothing about his parents.

We know that both Charles Eyles (born 1888) and Helen Eyles (born 1893) were born in Chicago.  I found an interesting notation in Chicago birth records from that era that revealed that twin girls were born to a Gertrude Eyles in the years between Charles and Helen's birth. I didn't make a good record of where I found that information and haven't been able to get back to it.  If these twins were born to our Eyles they did not survive.

The Eyles family moved around a few times in those expansive western Chicago neighorhoods.  Eventually they decamped for the east and landed in Pelham, NY where they stayed a few years.

Here, from Uncle Arthur, is a description of their years in Chicago and the move to Pelham, NY and then to Philadelphia.  He tells it the best that it can be told!  Enjoy!

Gertrude Freund Eyles, c. 1924

Helen Heydric, age three and Arthur Eyles, 1924

The first Chicago residence was on 13^th Place, then just west of Elmira Junction, then just southeast moving four times in that section.  That part of Chicago was mostly prairie, and one story wooden houses.  If you didn’t like your location you looked around for a better one and arranged to have your house moved to the new spot.  Little Johnny Eyles was lost (the children called me “Johnny Bull” because I had just come from England.)  frantic search was made for the little 3 year old English boy.  No trace anywhere.  Then one of the neighbors remembered seeing the little boy watching them move a house.  Search of the house revealed our hero fast asleep in a corner.  Need we pause for station announcements?  I think not.  My brother once made a very fitting comment: “My ma has the biggest hand in Pelham, N.Y.” And she knew where it would do the most good, that part of you that has the least sense and the most feeling.

Eyles Home, SW Chicago, c. 1894

         Ah, the memories as they crowd around my finger waiting to be put down.  Even though my mother had a resonant contralto voice her two sons somehow or other never could carry a tune.  And as she was the organist of a wheezy cottage organ in the small wooden church perched in the midst of the prairie, and also took charge of the musical (?) training of the children, her two young hopefuls were always in the chorus.  Each time there was a rehearsal there would be some sour notes among the children.  Her young sons were tried last; sure enough theirs were the sour notes.

Pelham, NY

         Then at the tender age of 9 our hero and his family migrated to Pelham N.Y. arriving there just 55 years ago this month, amid a very heavy downpour of rain.  The next move was to Mt. Vernon, yet keeping the friendships of Pelham alive by still going back to the Church of the Redeemer, P.E. to church.  And also being apprenticed, for the summer, to the local druggist, one Seth Thomas Lyman, later to become postmaster of Pelham, so considerable of our hero’s love of walking was acquired in those days in going hither and on to get some wanted person to the phone.  It was not the neat “French” type, bit of highly developed mechanism it is today.  No it resembled an overlarge coffee mill, you lifted the receiver, placed it to your ear, then began cranking for dear life.

         Then a voice would say, “What do you want?”  You told her, then waited. None of your instantaneous service as today, no the voice at the other end would say, “I’ll go get her, or him.  Then another wait then you got the person.  The Lyman’s lived up over the store.  A twisty set of stairs led to the apartment.  Mrs. Lyman called down “Arthur, help me down with this wash tub of dirty water.  Our hero did, but—oh, the memory of that “but”—his foot slipped so tub is tilted and a torrent of dirty wash water pours down over our hero, and everything else in its way.

Philadelphia and Environs

         The next move of the Eyles’ was to Ventnor, NJ for the summer.  Then to Phila. In the fall of 1898.  This was the year of the celebration, all over the U.S. of the victory over Spain in liberating the Cubans and the Philippines from the tyrannical hand of Spain.  We arrived in Phila in late Sept. Broad St. Station was then the main station of the PRR.  There were no taxis in those days, but either a two wheeler, called a hansom cab, or a four wheel open carriage, called a barouche, and headed down Chestnut St.  It was the night that Phila. Was to tender Rear Admiral Schley, of the Battle of Manila, a reception at the old Chestnut St. Opera House between 10^th and 11^th.  My father at that time was wearing a pointed goatee, and did not look unlike the Rear Admiral, so that as the barouche turned into Chestnut some enthusiasts thought is was the Admiral, so taking the horse out of the shafts the crowd of men pulled our barouche down Chestnut St. to the alarming amazement of the family.  Upon arrival at the Opera House the mistake was discovered, the horse rehitched, and thus did the Eyles arrive in Phila.

         Our first home was Green’s Hotel at 8^th and Chestnut.  Oh, what pleasant memories are crowding my brain, and waiting to be put down.  Altho this started out merely to introduce you to our staff I find our train is again up a delightfully full valley, so let’s go up it a way and then come back to our main track of thought.

         The suite, a novelty in those days of hotel living, that my mother, father and small sister occupied, was one with a huge cut glass chandelier in it.  As Green’s hotel was an old Colonial hotel, and only a block from Robert Morris’ home on 8^th below Walnut, still occupied by a Robert Morris, a direct descendent of the original financier of the Revolutionary War, Green’s Hotel was the centre of all the social activities.  I do not know which one, but I think it was Dolly Madison who once lived in this same room.

         H. Mahlon Newton, the proprietor in 1898 had two hobbies, one a race horse called Star Pointer, the other a beautiful big angora cat called TIX.  I well remember when a newspaper photographer came to get a picture of Tix my longlegged sister happened to be holding him, so the pose so appealed to the photographer that he snapped it.  I do not know whether that picture is still in the possession of my sister or not.

         For the first few days my father let his two ravenously hungry boys eat in the hotel dining room, but their appetites were a little too big for his pocket book, so they were allowed $1 a day for food.  When you consider that you could get a very well cooked meal, of generous portions in many places in the vicinity for 15 cents, you can see that this left quite a few pennies with which to attend the theaters in the neighborhood, where a good seat in the gallery could be had for 15 cents.  To the Auditorium, at 8^th and Walnut came the leading stars of the day, Richard Mansfield, Henrietta Crosman, Ethel Barrymore, Dewolf Hopper etc.

We soon moved to a spot about 200 yards from where I am writing this narrative, 1834 Race Street.  This was Miss Hill’s boarding house.  In those days you didn’t rent just a room, as I am doing, no your room included three meals.  Our mother, father and Helen had the second story back room, with a big bay window in it. A night or two after we arrived there the three children discovered a nightly game they could play.  At that time the lights on Billy Penn’s hat went out at three minutes to nine.  Promptly at nine they came on again. Each night three noses were pressed against the window pane in that room to see who could shout first, There they are.”

         I have always been thankful for an unwitting mistake my father made.  He was told that there was a Friend’s School down Race Street. So decided that would be a good place to enter the children.  He had been told it was at 16^th and Race.  The four of us marched down the street, but all he saw was a solid brick wall.  But our hero had spied a day or two earlier, some boys playing in a schoolyard at the next corner, so he enrolled all of us in Friend’s Central.  Helen in the Kindergarten, Charley in the Intermediate, our hero in the High School.  As there was not time to go home for lunch arrangements were made to let the three get their lunch at the Young Friend’s Assn. where a filling chicken potpie dinner could be had for a quarter!
         Our mother fearing that we might not be getting enough to eat, by the way we came home ravenously hungry each day, dropped in one noon to see.  Good old Doc Walton asked, “Would thee care to come see them?”  “Yes” answer my mother. So he led her to where her starving young ones were eating.  There they were with a heaping dishful of chicken potpie in front of each. “I hope thee is assured that they are being properly fed?”  with a sigh my mother said “Yes”, “ Would thee care to know what I had for my lunch?”  Envisioning a big juicy steak my mother said, “yes.”  “Three graham crackers and a glass of milk.”  Sorry but that was the last chicken potpie for three growing young persons.

         Then arrangements were made with Miss Hill, a very vinegary old maid to give us 15 cents each day instead of saving our lunch for us.  Well, that meant in addition to the lunch we ate at FCS another chance to put on the flesh and add to the energy of three young healthy animals.

         We went to church at Holy Trinity at St. James Church at 22^nd and Walnut.  Every time I walk Walnut St. from 19^th to 22^nd I do not see it as of 1948, but as of 1898-99.  In my minds eye I see E.T. Stoesbury coming out of his home at 20^th and Walnut, and greeting E. B. Smith coming out of his.  I see John Wanamaker as he comes down the steps of his home, now an apt. house just east of the 2^nd Presby. Church.  And I see other notables of that day.  At the SE corner of 22^nd and Walnut lived Geo. W. Childs, in that beautiful white marble palace.  On the SW corner lived Jeremiah Sullivan, the Pres of the Market St. National Bank and one of the owners of the trolley system.  Yes, and many more.

Our next move early in the spring of 1900 was to Miss Dungan’s boarding house, The Evergreen Lodge, on E. Balto. Ave. Lansdowne.  That summer I was given a job in Bert Loughlin’s drug store, and my mother often said that I always got more sodas on my clothes and over my shoes than I ever put in the glasses.  I well remember the present senior judge of the Municipal court coming to Miss Dungan’s with his bride. At that time Eugene Bonniwell was just a young lawyer, and had just married Miss Rose Cahill.

         In order to be near the factory where the white lead process was being perfected we next moved to a small house in Addingham, about 1 ½ miles north of Clifton Heights.  The outstanding event there was that a newly married couple Maury Crawford and his wife moved into their nice new home next door.  And one day, the grease in the frying pan caught fire.  The new bride ran screaming from the house leaving the door open.  This fine draught gave the fire a fine start; by the time the neighbors got together nothing was left but the chimney.  But my mother had other memories she often said.  “Arthur always had three dogs, the one I had just let go, the one we always had and the one he is bringing home, because I used to adopt every stray I found on the road.

         Then we moved up to the top of the hill not far from the mill.  It was a gigantic old colonial house.  The water was supplied from a spring at the foot of the hill, and with the aid of an automatic pump was pumped up into a huge cedar tank in the three story.  The walls were at least 18 inches think. The house had two “front rooms.” They were so big, that the two Eyles boys used the unoccupied one to ride their bicycles in.

         My mother acquired some chickens as who does not way out in the county.  She had a habit of naming each hen after the friend of mother’s whose walk resembled the hen’s walk.  So to Pat she would say “Mr. Zeller will be out for dinner tomorrow go out and kill Mrs. Gormley, and Mrs. O’Brien.  Mrs. Gormley was the washwoman.  Her specialty was getting drunk, then miss her footing and go rolling down the long hill to the road.  Mrs. O’Brien was a good old soul who ran a little candy shop near the covered bridge.  He daughter, Maggie, with her.  Then my sister and Maggie would play dolls, etc. My mother would ask, will you have a glass of milk?  Her answer was always the same, “If ’elen does, I does.”

Our next move was into 5250 Cedar Ave. in Feb. 1905, because both boys had gotten jobs in the city.  

The Freund-Rudiger Family of London and New York

I offer below a little diagram so that everyone can be very clear about the story from here on. The previous three posts devoted themselves to establishing our one certified Jewish ancestor, Dr. Freund.

But what is equally, if not more fascinating, is what has been uncovered about his wife, Amelia Lousia Rudiger who was born in Prussia, possibly in Leipzig, but that is only a guess.

The narrative for Amelia Rudiger follows after the chart.

The Freund-Rudiger Family:

Jonas C. H. Freund, MD                              Amelia Louisa Rüdiger

Born Prague, c. 1808                             Born Prussia, c. 1824

Died London, 29 Dec 1879                          Died NYC?, 17 March c. 1885

(Raised by her grand-uncle, Johann Christian Hüttner in London)

Married London, 18 March 1846

They had at least 8 children, 3 of whom are known:

John Christian Freund, b. London, 22 Nov. 1848; d. NYC, 1924

Herbert P.E. Freund, birth and death unknown; “A lunatic.”

Gertrude, b. London June 1857; d. Penn. 1932

Gertrude Freund married Arthur A. Eyles 1n 1882 in London.

They had three children:

Arthur Henry, b. London

Charles, b. Chicago

Helen Esther, b. Chicago

(who married William J. Heydrick in 1917

in Bridesburg, Philadelphia, PA)

*****

         How did you two meet?  It is such a natural question to ask and the answers to this question make some of the best stories that we tell about ourselves and our lives.

     How did your parents meet?  Do you know?

         My mom and dad met at the Y in downtown Philadelphia.  My father had finished an intensive course in modern Greek at the Army Language School in Monterey, California.  He was on his way to be a counter-intelligence agent in Greece which was then engaged in a civil war and was the raison d’etre for the Truman Doctrine about containing Communism.

Anyway, back to the Y. . .

         My mom was a very good amateur pianist and had a gig playing the piano for the guys at the Y. This was after the war had ended and I don’t know why there were still so many servicemen hanging around.  You see?  I never asked about that part of the story.  My point exactly.

         Do you know the story behind your own parents meeting?  What about your grandparents?  Earlier than that?  No, I didn’t think so.

         It’s been fun to try to place the puzzle pieces as I’ve learned about all of my ancestors.  With Amelia Rüdiger and Jonas Freund I think I have a few answers as to how they MIGHT have met.

Amelia Louisa Rüdiger was born in Prussia but was orphaned as a young teen—perhaps earlier than that—but at any rate she ended up moving to London to live with her grand-uncle Johann Christian Hüttner.  I will tell the story of Johann Hüttner separately, for it is  a VERY good story (I was amazed at what I found out!), but for the time being let it suffice that Johann Hüttner was extremely well connected and did know all the prominent Germans in London.  It is mentioned that he knew the Prussian Ambassador.  This would be the same Prussian Ambassador who was a patron of the German Hospital in Dalston that was founded and directed by a young, talented Dr. Jonas Freund.

         It does not take a giant leap of imagination to envision how the well-known Johann Hüttner, through his friendship with the Prussian Ambassador could have introduced his ward to the charming Dr. Freund.

         Either Freund or Hüttner, or both had enough status that “The Economist” published a short announcement of the Freund-Rüdiger nuptials in 1846: 

“JCH Freund, Esq. MD , directing physician of the German Hospital. Dalston, to Louisa A. Rüdiger, niece of JC Hüttner, Esq. Foreign office.”

Note that they got her name wrong—but still.  (This announcement found online,—google The Economist 1846 and ‘Freund’—you’ll find it)

The Freund family then settled down at 7 West St., Finsbury Circus and there they stayed until Dr. Freund’s death in 1879.

I have found nothing at all about their 8 children save three.  The eldest son was named for Amelia’s uncle—John Christian Freund.  He became quite well known in New York in the field of music journalism and will have his own entry here in due time.

Gertrude’s story is a lot thinner than her brother’s but I’ll fill that in too, eventually.

The third sibling is known only through this tid-bit:

From the Medical Times and Gazette, (London)  Vol. 1, 1883  (accessed via Google eBooks)

“It is said that the Herbert P. E. Freund charged with being disorderly in front of St. Paul's Cathedral, and sent to prison for a month, was formerly a student at your Hospital, and a son of the late Dr. Freund, physician to, and founder of, the German Hospital. The unfortunate man had escaped, as the Alderman said, from a lunatic asylum.”

So there we have it—the lunatic in the closet.  Despite searching every which way I can not find anything else about Herbert P.E. Freund.  No clue.  Not one.

Amelia Freund first appears on the scene in the 1870’s.  One must presume
that until that time she was occupied with have and raising babies.  We know that her husband declared bankruptcy in the 1850’s and therefore it must have been hard on the family.

Oh, for the record, I’ve now concluded that Amelia Louisa Rudiger was not Jewish—and therefore none of her progeny are Jewish.  Her uncle, Johann Christian Huttner, besides having the middle name Christian (!)  was described as a devout German Lutheran.  I think it is a stretch to conclude without any other evidence that Amelia could have had Jewish parents.  So I’m closing the book on this question.

She has an entry in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography and a friend from my church who is a research librarian at Dartmouth College helped me out a lot by getting a copy of it for me.

© Oxford University Press 2004–9

James Gregory, ‘Freund , Amelia Louisa [Amelia Lewis] (b. 1824/5, d. in or after 1881)’, Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, Oxford University Press, Sept 2004; online edn, Jan 2008 [http://www.oxforddnb.com/view/article/74780, accessed 8 Dec 2009]

 I’ve also uncovered at least a couple of academics whose research involves the early British feminists and Amelia Lewis (Amelia Freund’s pen-name) is occasionally cited. [Note:  I find it really interesting that she chose a very English sounding pen-name., obviously modifying her middle name from ‘Louisa’ into ‘Lewis’; I’m tempted to infer from this that she was not exempt from the shadow of anti-Semitism.]

Since J.C.H. Freund was known for being an advocate for the poor and worked to better their condition, it is not surprising that his wife followed suit.  Amelia Lewis lectured and wrote widely on the topics of better nutrition and better means of cookery for the working classes.  She was quite devoted to demonstrating how homemakers could prepare more nutritious meals on very modest budgets.  Indeed, after joining her son in New York City she gave demonstrations to single female office workers on how they could prepare their own meals for just pennies.  Two such demonstrations were reported in the New York Times. Amelia Freund gave dinners in December 1880 and early January 1881, to members of the American Institute Farmers' Club and to women working at a department store. These dinners were held in her office, 704 Broadway, New York.

A paragraph from her biography provides a good sense of her interests and ambitions:

“Freund involved herself in social questions and educational reform. She attended the International Prison Congress, supported the Metropolitan Shopkeepers' Assistants' Association, and addressed the Social Science Congress in 1872. She planned a girls' school on ‘Prussian’ lines and was invited to lecture in Germany on the women's question. She lectured on the art of teaching at Exeter Hall, London. Her interest in food reform began at a dinner in London celebrating the Newsvendors' Benevolent and Provident Institution's anniversary in April 1872. Later she wrote that ‘I am tired of writing fine things [when] I am seeing more and more that we are at fault with our plain home arrangements, and that Food and Cooking are especially neglected’ (Food and Health Leaves, 3 Oct 1879, 165–6). Her next venture, from January to April 1874, was Women's Opinion, a journal (initially a weekly) that she edited, published, and printed, representing the ‘social, domestic and educational interests of women’. It supported women's suffrage, covered female labour, and like Woman had sections on music, fine arts, and the theatre.”

Amelia Freund was also an inventor and was granted a patent for a new type of stove:

“FREUND, Amelia Louisa, trading under the name of Amelia Lewis, of Southampton Street, in the county of Middlesex, authoress and editor and publisher of " Woman's Opinion."—" An improved system " or method of domestic cooking, and improved apparatus and utensils to be employed therein."

This invention relates to an improved system or method of domestic cooking, and to improved apparatus and utensils to be employed in carrying the same into practice, the object of the invention being to prepare food for human consumption, so that the human stomach may be able to digest the same or assimilate the substances contained therein to the requirements of the body more easily than if the food were prepared or cooked according to the systems or methods hitherto in use.

The improved system consists in cooking or preparing the food by the circulation round or about it of dry heat radiated from the fire or of moist heat or steam generated thereby from water contained within the same utensil, whilst the said food is enclosed from contact with atmospheric air.

In order to carry this system into practice I have found it necessary, firstly, to devise a more effective heating apparatus or cooking stove, one of such a character as to be specially adapted to the economical consumption of peat or peat coal, and in which the fire is completely under control; and secondly, to devise improved cooking utensils separately adapted to their special requirements.

The object I have sought to accomplish in carrying my ideas into practical effect have been to make the fire as small as possible and to retain the heat developed therefrom as long as possible in order that it may disperse itself more completely among all the cooking utensils in use, and not be allowed to escape wastefully up the chimney or flue immediately it is developed as in ordinary open fire places.”

[from British Patent applications pg 132   CHRONOLOGICÁL AND DESCRIPTIVE INDEX OF PATENTS APPLIED FOR AND PATENTS GRANTED, CONTAINING THE ABRIDGMENTS OF PROVISIONAL AND COMPLETE SPECIFICATIONS For the Year 1874. ]

Oh, gee.  Look what I just found.  Literally just this minute while looking for the url for the patent application above I stumbled upon this little gem:

http://www.london-gazette.co.uk/issues/24280/pages/6700/page.pdf (accessed 22 March 2012.)

THE LONDON GAZETTE, DECEMBER 31, 1875.

The Bankruptcy Act, 1869.

In the London Bankruptcy Court.

In tbe Matter of Proceedings for Liquidation by Arrangement

or Composition with Creditors, instituted by Amelia Lewis Freund, otherwise Amelia Lewis, of 420 Strand, in the county of Middlesex, Authoress, Editor and Stove Manufacturer, a married woman trading apart from her husband.

N OTICE is hereby given, that a First General Meeting of the creditors of the above-named person has been •summoned to be hold at tbe offices of Messrs. Gamble and Harvey. No. 1, Gresbara-buildings, Basinghall-street. in the •city of London, Accountants, on the 12th day of January,

1876, at twelve o'clock at noon precisely.—Dated this 21stday of December, 1875.

CRONIN Hiid KIVOLTA, 22, Southampton-street,

Bloomsbury, Solicitors for the said Debtor.

This family certainly was creative, energetic, community-minded and educated—what they were not was fiscally adept.  Dr. Freund declared bankruptcy, his wife declared bankruptcy and according to his son’s biography, he too declared bankruptcy and fled to America ahead of his creditors.  I also now see something off:  Dr. Freund was still living at 7 West St. Finsbury Circus when he died in 1879, but in this 1875 bankruptcy filing, Amelia Freund gives 420 Strand as her address.  Hmmmm, I wonder what that signifies!!  We’ll never know.

Amelia Freund did move to New York after her husband died and I think that within 5 or 6 years she, too died.  I can’t find a New York obituary for her, but my mother gave me the copied text of a newspaper clipping with the notation "Article from daily paper."  It was probably passed on from Gertrude Freund Eyles to her daughter, Helen Eyles Heydrick.

"I have to announce the death of Mrs. Amelia Louisa Freund, a writer on musical subjects well-known in this country and in the United States.  Mrs. Freund, who died March 17, was sixty-one years of age.  She was brought up in London by her great uncle Charles Hufner, then one of the translators to the Foreign Office, a department who also employed the Lady, herself a most accomplished linguist.  She married the well-known London physician, Dr. J.C.H. Freund, a German, who in the Crimea was Deputy Inspector-General of Hospitals.  Dr. Freund, who was one of the founders of the German Hospital, London, died in 1879.  Besides her contributions to musical journalism, Mrs. Amelia Freund was a fluent speaker, the authoress of several works on Political Economy, and one of the first founders of a School of Cookery in London.  The lady went to America in 1880, and has since supported herself almost entirely by writing on musical subjects."

I have some additional research on Amelia Freund and if anyone is so interested I can pass it along.  I have found for sale a few copies of two of her pamphlets, “How to Live in Summer” and the companion “How to Live in Winter.”  The last one was from a London bookseller and the price was 300 pounds.

So there we have it—another remarkable and accomplished ancestor.  If only we know her whole story.