January 15 will
mark the 100th year since Ella Edith Gates, the oldest daughter of
Edmund, Sr. and Mamie Irene Tripp Gates, was born in the Big Bend community west of
Ralston, Oklahoma. In Dad’s vintage photograph collection, the first mention I
have found of little Ella was on the back of the photographic postcard of Roy Carter
pictured below. Roy was the son of Edmund, Sr.’s sister, Ella. His mother wrote
on the card “Roy says many times he wants to see Uncle Ed and the baby’s mamma
and Baby.” Little Roy said to his mother, “Let’s go to Oklahoma.” According to
the back of the postcard postmarked September 10, 1915, the day she wrote the
card was Roy’s fourth birthday.
My grandpa, Edmund
Gates, Sr. was committed to education for his oldest daughter. (For more
insight into Grandpa’s philosophy on the education of women, see the blog post
of May 4, 2014, entitled The Burial in
the School Yard.) In the first decade of the 20th century, in
the west Big Bend community where he and Grandma had settled, there was only
the Woodland School situated in the timber across the road on the west from
where Bob and Ruth Ann Hightower now live. Grandpa felt strongly Ella Edith
should go to kindergarten. The solution that he proposed was that Ella, his
daughter, would go live with his sister and her namesake, Ella in Kansas City,
to attend kindergarten.
Roy Carter, my father's cousin, who later practiced law in Kansas City. The photo was taken in the fall of 1915 when he was four years old. |
At the last Gates reunion
Ella attended before her death, she sat and visited with me specifically mentioning this
time in Kansas City. She intimated that her father had pushed for her
attendance of kindergarten. She said, “Mama really didn’t like for Papa to send
me to Aunt Ella’s to go to kindergarten.” It is understandable that Grandpa
didn’t see a problem with this arrangement since as a preschooler he had been sent
to live with his uncle and aunt. (See blog post entitled The Early Days of Edmund Gates, Sr. that was posted on December 1,
2013, for more explanation of the reason that Grandpa was sent to live in
Illinois with his relatives.)
As we continued
visiting at her final reunion, Aunt Ella told me it was a hard time for her to
be away from her parents. She also had a four-year-old sister Mary Elizabeth.
In Dad’s vintage photograph collection, I found two photographs of Ella. As I
researched, I discovered that these two photographs had been taken at Paseo
Boulevard in Kansas City. This area of the city had been laid out as a parkway
in the early 1900s.
As I studied the
photographs that were taken around 95 years ago when little Ella was in the metropolitan area to attend kindergarten, she exudes sadness, appearing to be on the verge of bursting into tears. Even though her father
wanted what was best for her, it was a difficult time for a five-year-old to be
away from her family for an entire school term.
Ella Edith Gates
Bledsoe and her husband, Harry valued education for their son, Ron and their
daughter, Mary Beth. (To view a family photo in the 1950s of Ella’s family see
the blog post published on December 29, 2013 with the title 69 Years Ago – “Orange and Black Forever.”) Ron earned his degree from Ole Miss –
University of Mississippi, while Beth completed her degree in speech pathology
from Oklahoma State University.Aunt Ella Gates Bledsoe's grappling with kindergarten in Kansas City stands as a striking illustration of adversity's power to build character, develop emotional stamina, and amidst it all, cultivate a lasting bond with a dear loved one. When we find ourselves in a harsh or challenging situation, maybe we will remember the little girl who left the Bend, endured loneliness, but began her journey on the road to being educated. Most of all, when trying ordeals come into our lives, may we pursue quality relationships rather than withdrawing into a cocoon of self pity. The surprising result from difficult predicaments will be unexpected, but incredible personal growth, just as little Ella Edith experienced.
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