Friday, September 16, 2016

Another Reunion

Today I'm driving to Danvers to join my high school classmates (Class of 1961) for a reunion dinner at the Breakaway (former Village Green).  That's very close to the street where I grew up, so I'll aim to arrive early for a brief drive around the area, to see what has changed since my last Danvers visit. 

Also today, I plan to stop in Salem to see exhibits at the Peabody Essex Museum, especially the Childe Hassam paintings of the Isles of Shoals.  I enjoyed the Isles of Shoals in the late 1950's and early 1960's – first at a week-long church conference for teenagers,  and later as a summer employee (chambermaid) at the Oceanic Hotel on Star Island.

A trip back in time...    'way back!   These connections go back more than 50 years.

Some photos from the Reunion

Tuesday, August 30, 2016


An old newspaper clipping brings back strong memories of immigrants who arrived in Danvers when I was young. 

Stella Ullman, right, was German, and she did not know much, if any, English.  My sister and I – little girls who lived nearby – enjoyed eating her delicious cookies as we visited her new home (a small apartment in a converted barn up the hill from our house).  Her Hungarian husband, Bela Ullman, probably knew more English, but he was busy at work most days, leaving Stella home alone. She readily welcomed us, and encouraged us to read aloud to her from some American children's books that happened to be in her living room. (Years later, I learned that my cousin Marion Nichols, a retired school teacher, had supplied those books and was giving Stella English lessons.)

I had previously (2009) written about my memories of Stella and Bela, but did not know much about the details or timing of their arrival in the U.S.  This summer while cleaning up for a party and consolidating some old boxes, I found a very yellowed copy of this old newspaper photo. Fortunately my cousin Dave Brewster had also found, and digitized, a copy in better condition than mine.  His copy displays a handwritten date: Sept. 26, 1949.  Mine is undated, though the headers at the top give good clues:
 Read The Danvers Herald
Danvers OWN and ONLY Newspaper
79TH YEAR, NO 40

I've tried to find my earlier piece, but the 2009 link to my Danvers Herald column is no longer working.  Here is a copy that I had revised slightly and read aloud at Gateway City Arts, Holyoke, MA, in 2015.

Remembering Danvers 
[11/30/09, slight edits 3/30/15]

New inhabitants in an old barn
By Sandy Nichols Ward

"I'm hungry," I said aloud, as the nice German lady opened the door. I was a little girl with braids, a shy first-grader. I didn't know much about this lady, but remembered yummy cookies she had served to me and to my younger sister. I was hoping for more cookies, so I had walked up the hill to the barns at the top of Locust Lawn, entered the workshop door of the smaller barn, and knocked on the inner door.

This barn used to be in sad shape, with rotting boards and holes in the interior floor. I think my father and grandfather fixed it, or hired someone to do the work. The outside of the barn hadn't changed, nor had the entryway, a narrow dusty room with a huge wooden workbench under windows dim with dirt.  My sister and I have vivid memories of pulling open one of the workbench drawers and discovering a nest of baby mice, all naked and pink, squirming inside the nest.  But that was before the remodeling of the inner part of the barn to create a home for Bela and Stella, a D.P. couple sponsored by my grandfather. [I didn't know then what D.P. meant; I've since learned about the Displaced Persons program resettling refugees after World War II.]

Stella smiled and beckoned me into the warm living room. Lace curtains on the windows, pictures on the walls, rugs on the floor, and an array of used furniture made this barn space into a cozy, if humble, home. She pointed to a pile of colorful children's books.  I began looking at the books, while Stella stepped into the kitchen. She emerged with a plate of gingerbread cookies and sat beside me. We looked at the books together. She wanted me to read the words aloud. She tried to repeat them exactly, practicing English, her new language.  Stella was new to Danvers, new to America. 

Stella's Hungarian husband Bela was skillful in leather-tooling and made a lovely leather cover for my parents' guest book. He also had engineering experience and worked for my father at Nichols & Clark, Inc., for about seven years (1950-56?). I wish I knew more about their story and how they came to Danvers, but I was young when they arrived. My focus then was on cookies, not world history or the plight of refugees. My mother also taught me not to ask too many questions. She was trying to teach manners, for instance telling me that it is not polite to say "I'm hungry!" when you first enter someone's door.  I hope Stella did not know enough English at that time to catch my impolite utterances.

I have fond memories of visiting Bela and Stella's home in that barn. They always welcomed us – my sister and I, the little girls from down the hill – cheerfully. We marveled at their beautiful Christmas tree, larger than ours, and decorated with many tiny white candles. REAL candles!  Each candle stood in a little metal holder clipped onto a green branch. The holder was like a saucer that caught the hot wax as the candle burned and melted.  My mother fretted about the fire hazard, but we loved the special beauty of their tree with its candles and other old-world decorations.  

Stella and Bela loved children and wished for a family of their own. Stella's sister and brother-in-law followed them to Danvers and lived in the small apartment at my grandfather's house. Both couples eventually moved to Long Island. I was happy to learn that Stella had several children there. She later thanked me for helping her learn English during her first years in Danvers.  I was surprised that my role had been so helpful; I thought I was just mooching cookies!  I have recently learned that my cousin Marion Nichols provided real instruction in English. Stella went regularly to 98 Preston Street for her lessons. Marion also provided the children's books that Stella shared with me. Perhaps I was part of a careful family plan in support of these immigrants my grandfather was sponsoring, or perhaps my role was incidental. I really don't know. I just know that I loved the cookies and Stella's kind attention whenever I knocked on that barn door.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Five years ago

Another birthday passed this weekend.  I considered writing something about my experience with summer birthdays, and illustrating it with a well-remembered photo of one party.  This morning I arose early with that composition in my mind.  Wondering if I had already posted that photo on this blog, I typed "summer birthday" in the search box.  Fortunately, that search function works well.

Yes, I had posted the photo AND written a column in summer 2011.  

Unfortunately, the link to the Danvers Herald column no longer worked. Nor could I find it easily via the newspaper's online site (   I did find my original on my own computer, dated 5/30/2011, and here it is:

Summer birthdays and a reunion
By Sandy Nichols Ward

I was born in July, an inconvenient month for celebrating a birthday with school friends. I felt a bit jealous of my friends who had birthdays during the school year. Recognition of their special days came more easily, or so it seemed to me. I don't recall whether our teachers made announcements of birthdays or whether word just spread informally among the students, but I know that I felt left out of the school-based loop for communicating about birthdays. By July there was no one around to pay attention to a birthday, except my immediate family and a few neighborhood friends. 

My mother was not in the habit of planning big parties for birthdays.  Birthdays in our family were usually simple affairs: a homemade cake, a few sensible gifts, and the singing of "Happy Birthday to You."  It was rare to invite guests. 

I can only remember one large party organized for my birthday.  My friends and I sat outside around a large table set up under the trees near the big barn.  I've found a few photos of this party; I count fourteen children around the table, including myself and my sister Jean.  The photos are not dated, but from various clues I've decided that this was probably my 7th birthday, July 1950, the summer after first grade, or at most one year later.  Raymond Dirks is on my right, and I recognize the faces of Janet Hoberg and Gordon Lindroth.

Coincidently, I hope to see some of these SAME friends in Danvers this summer, not because anyone is organizing a birthday party, but because my classmates are all invited to the BIG FLING, the 50th Class Reunion of the Holten High Class of 1961!  I look forward to attending this reunion, which actually falls on the weekend of my birthday, July 8-10, 2011.  At last! A school event on my birthday! 

I'll bring along the old photos of the 1950 party, hoping that others may recognize faces and have fun identifying the guests at that long-ago party.