It is difficult to write about Emmett’s mother, Elizabeth Maxwell Wilson, because most of the details of her story are couched in her husband Dr. Frank Wilson’s story. Bear with me as I tease out the details about Elizabeth. As mentioned in an earlier post, Dr. Wilson started his medical […]
Emmett’s mother, Elizabeth Maxwell Wilson, has been an enigma. Of all the women in Emmett’s life, it is clear that Elizabeth Maxwell Wilson had the most impact. But ironically, it has been hard to find anything out about her. For almost three years, I hadn’t found much other than she […]
The research project about Emmett’s junior-year dorm-mates was not some big distracting side-adventure: I was going somewhere with it. Namely, Ormond Beach. Two months before the essay about the Earls of East Hall appeared in The Stetson Collegiate, I came across this item: Which of these guys had an automobile […]
Someone in my ancestry is definitely turning over in their grave and laughing maniacally.
The final installment/study of Emmett and his junior-year college roommates at Stetson features John N. Worley, of St. Augustine, and Fred Fee, of Fort Pierce, Florida. According to the East Hall essay, Worley was the master of tall tales. He was enrolled in the Liberal Arts program; and, according to […]
Continuing our study of Emmett’s junior year dorm mates at Stetson University, we now come to Emmett’s name on the list: Hamilton Hall, or, Hamilton House, was a women’s cottage dorm. Here’s what the 1902 Stetson University bulletin said about the dorm: Some ‘club’ where you have to provide your […]
Yesterday, I introduced you to some of Emmett’s dorm mates from when he was a student at Stetson University in 1903. Here’s the snippet from the essay in the Stetson Collegiate that I’m using as the basis of my article: I left off with a discussion of Charles E. Pelot, […]
This week, I’m putting together the section of the book about Emmett’s life as a law school student, at Stetson University. Because I still don’t have a journal of Emmett’s, or, his scrapbooks (yet), I had to look at a lot of secondary sources to get an idea of what […]
It’s primary day in Maryland! When I went to vote this morning, I had Minnie Kehoe on my mind. When I exited the polls, I said out loud, “Thanks, Minnie!” The polling clerk (a man) looked at me and smiled. I’m sure he didn’t know what the hell I was […]
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