I’m dreadfully behind on the blog at this point, but trying
to catch up! Blogging has had to take a back seat, as it were, to travel,
research, visiting with old friends and family, and planning the celebration in
DC. I’m in Boston right now, staying with daughter Emma, who has been helped me
with website and blog design. Back to Detroit…
I’ve spent decades working in affordable housing and
community revitalization so I was eager to see Detroit, which has been
struggling to manage a city footprint that is far larger than its shrinking
population and tax base will support. In community development circles Detroit’s
housing vacancy woes are legendary, as is its solution; to simply demolish
blocks of housing and turn them into fields. We stayed in the Jacob Arms, less
than a mile from the city center and a stone’s throw from the Comerica Park. In
just about any other city the view from our 6th floor window would
have been rooftops; instead, we looked down on quite a bit of open space.
Photo from our rental unit in Detroit, courtesy of Rick Leavitt |
Still, I found myself more upbeat about Detroit than I had
expected. There were lots of signs of new development going on. Much of the
remaining housing in the neighborhood we stayed in was gorgeous and many units
had been restored. All the open space has supported a new locavore movement and
we ate at a great restaurant on Cass Street with delicious food at reasonable
prices. And you can’t beat the street art! I know lots of challenges remain for
Detroit but it seems as if it’s moving in the right direction. If I was looking
to homestead somewhere, that’s where I’d go.
Beautifully restored Victorian house a block from where we stayed in Detroit. Photo courtesy of Rick Leavitt. |
Sara had grown up in Detroit though she’d left in 1900, when
she married her first husband Albert. But her parents were still there and I
thought perhaps there’d be a big celebration for her homecoming. On a Saturday
evening 40 autos, decorated with lanterns flags, yellow balloons and the CU
colors of yellow, white and gold, assembled at the corner of Woodward Avenue
and Edmunds and Place. Led by the little black car and the envoys, they sped to
the steps of the county building.[1]
There they were met by a number of local dignitaries, including Detroit Mayor
Ira W. Jayne and Mrs. Jennie Law Hardy, the local CU president. During the
event beautiful young women kept red lights burning in 4 urns on the building’s
steps (might be hard to pull that off today.) The Detroit Times described the
effect as being “like pictures of Rome in the time of the Caesars.” Those
suffragists surely knew how to stage a mass meeting…
Unusually, at the event the envoys were also presented with
4,000 signatures for the petition. I’m not sure what prompted this, since no
other city had done gathered signatures in advance. Perhaps that was their way
of welcoming their prodigal daughter.
If Sara had a moment to visit with her parents there’s no
record of it. She was somewhat estranged from her father, but had remained
close to her mother.
The street she’d
grown up on was about a half mile from where Rick and I were staying, so we
walked over to see if we could find her house. In her oral history Sara spoke
glowingly of her childhood home. “No one who knew Detroit as I knew it could dream of it now.
It was so lovely. It was half-city, half-town. Every street was tree-lined…”
The street was paved with cedar blocks for the horses, which sent a nice
fragrance into the air. Their house on Charlotte Avenue had a porch that to her
childish eyes had seemed like the “great prow of a ship.”[2]
It was then a quiet side street that met Woodward Avenue at one end, which was
a bustling thoroughfare. When she’d gone back after her father died to help her
mother move, she was shocked at the changes and never returned. The street had
been widened and paved for cars, the trees had been cut down and an ill-kept
boarding house had been constructed in the yard next to her house. That was
pretty much the state we found the street in. Her home had been torn down and the
few that remained looked in need of some TLC.
In the Bentley Library at the University of Michigan I was
delighted to find the papers of Lucia Isabelle Voorhees Grimes. I’ve had
difficulty finding collections of papers from women who had been active in the
Congressional Union. My theory is that when the vote was finally won, NAWSA
president Carrie Chapman Catt directed all the local affiliates to preserve
their histories and write them up. Alice Paul didn’t do that, so most of the
women who were involved in the CU just moved on to whatever they wanted to work on
next.
But Grimes had been active in the Republican Party for decades, and had
even run for the state legislature in 1924, so her family must have felt her
papers were worth preserving. I couldn’t find any mention of the 1915 visit
from the envoys; I think it’s because she was in DC, putting together the
system the CU used to track and record every member of Congress’ stance on
suffrage and getting ready for the envoys’ arrival there. She’d brought her
six-year old daughter Emily with her; I loved this photo of Emily outside of CU
headquarters in DC holding signs advertising the mass meeting that would
feature the suffrage envoys.
From the Lucia Isabelle Voorhees Grimes Papers, Bentley Historical Library, University of Michigan |
Grimes’ collection at the Bentley was rich in all sorts of material,
but I was also thrilled to find a couple of old NWP sashes that hadn’t seen the
light of day too much. They retained their bright colors of purple, white, and
gold.
Sash from the Lucia Isabelle Voorhees Grimes Papers, Bentley Historical Library, University of Michigan |
I'm way, way behind in commenting on your wonderful posts and your amazing trip (I think you and Sara are in New York even as we speak!). But I'll jump in anyway: I love reading about you, and Sara, in Detroit. She grew up there in the 1880s and '90s, when it was indeed a lovely place, "half-city and half-town."
ReplyDeleteSara also remembered seeing the first horseless carriage to be powered by an internal combustion engine making its noisy way up Detroit's Woodward Avenue one chilly March night in 1896 at the record-breaking speed of 7 mph. Her father, who was the pessimistic type, declared (like a lot of people) that a horrible contraption like that would never replace a beautiful thing like a horse.
Detroit before the automobile may have been a very different place, as it is today, but it has, as they say, "good bones." So I feel like you: I'm rooting for a big Detroit comeback, and believe they'll make it.
Going back to your post about how shocked many people were that women were getting up on their hind legs about the vote: when Sara was in Detroit, a nasty anonymous letter was sent around to members of the local women's clubs (an important demographic for the Western suffragists). Someone showed it to the divorced Sara's mother--"in the interests of *pure* womanhood," Sara said bitterly. Jeering male onlookers weren't the only thing suffragists had to contend with.
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