I asked him if he knew much about our Aunt Frances. I had always wished I had known her, or at least knew more about her. My mother's stories were not too detailed, and I have since learned were not even too accurate. She may just not have known very much about it, or perhaps she was too strongly influenced by the fact that my father's family never approved of her and we had little contact with them after the divorce. As a small child, I would have had no way to tell if this might be the case, so I grew up thinking rather unkind thoughts about most of them. I am now trying to readjust my thinking.
I was right about one thing. Frances was quite a lady! She wrote many letters to the family - most it would seem to my Uncle John, Bob's father, and apparently he did not throw away his correspondence.. Bob has published many of these letters, and they tell an exciting story.
In July of 1917, Frances wrote a seven page letter to the family, telling of her trip to Alaska as a nurse, and what she found there when sh
e joined the group from the Episcopal Church, attempting to establish the first hospital in the Yukon. In this, and succeeding letters, she details some harrowing adventures of camping, hunting, dog sled trips, storms, and traveling down a rushing river full of huge ice floes. While there she met and married a fellow medical worker, an Inuit. A year later they started a trip back to the States ("the outside" as she called it) with the intention of him enlisting in the military and her the Red Cross in World War I. The steamer they were on was caught in a horrific storm, and was lost, with all aboard.
That, of course, is a very brief summary of her story. I could not begin to do it justice here. Both Aunt Frances and Uncle Walter were amazing people. I wish all the more that I had known them. I am so grateful to Bob for giving me this opportunity to know a little more.
