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Helen Pomerene Carson1

Female
b. circa 1904


Mother Helen L. Pomerene2 b. September 1869, d. 21 April 1955
Father Lincoln C. Carson2 b. 1867, d. 13 August 1938
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Birth* circa 1904  PA1 
Census* 1910  1910 Federal Census, Pennsylvania, Allegheny County, Pittsburgh, Ward 13, ED: 443, Series: T624, Roll: 1303, Page: 56B, April 23
Sheet 12B, 7115 Redmon Street
(enumerated with father, Lincoln C Carson)
59, 219, 274, Carson, Helen L, Daughter, F, W, 5, S, , , , Pennsylvania, Ohio, Ohio, , , , None, , , , , , , , , , , , , ,1 
Census 1920  1920 Federal Census, Pennsylvania, Allegheny County, Piitsburgh, Ward 11, , ED: 490, Series: T625, Roll: 1518, Page: 138A, January 9
Sheet 2A, 5625 Wellersburg Avenue
(enumerated with father, Lincoln C Carson)
44, 33, 34, Carson, Helen, Daughter, , , F, W, 15, S, , , , Yes, Yes, Yes, Pennsylvania, , Ohio, , Ohio, , Yes, None, , ,2 
Note* 1922  From "The Post", a Quarterly publication from the students at The Washington Female Seminary in Washington Co., Pennsylvania. The following was submitted by Helen Carson in 1922. She is also listed in the credits as "Hush Editor" and her name is listed as Helen Pomerence Carsom '23, the latter her year of graduation.

REMINISCENCE

“When I was a boy an’ a fishin’ used ter go,
I’d set an’ think of what I’d do when I would grow
Up big an’ tall, an’ now it ain’t that way at all,
‘Cause now my greatest joy is just ter set an’ think
‘Bout when I was a boy.”


Old Judge Thornton mused as he sat by the fire. Again he said the ditty. It always made him chuckle in that funny little way, as it did now. He had dashed it off in a spare moment several years before and always at times such as these he would repeat it–slowly–solemnly–then followed the chuckle which issued forth from somewhere between his Adam’s apple and his palate. It was almost a growl like that of a puppy, just new at the art.


The fire crackled noisily, for it was one of those log fires of which we read so much*. It sounded as if a thousand chestnuts were popping while tiny sparks of fire diamonds flew up into the chimney. [*Note: Was the writer saying they didn't use log fires as much in 1922.]


The Judge’s fine head rested on his hand while his eyes gazed into the fire, looking for the dreams of yesterday. The dreams came while the Judge sat looking at them in discontent. These memories of his mother’s death, his brother’s injury, of his little sister’s long illness brought only pain. But suddenly, a spark came out of the flames resembling a mischievous fairy who laughed and danced before his eyes. The characteristic chuckle started and was followed by a hearty laugh. The Judge had found what he was seeking and he looked at the scene which the memory fairy had presented before his eyes.


There was a sleepy little village at noontide and a dirty, ragged little boy came swaggering up the street. The remnants of breakfast were still lingering fondly around his grinning mouth. One front tooth had bade a hasty farewell to the others, while another at the side wiggled delightfully if its owner cared to place his tongue in a certain position, which he did more times than not.


A psychologist might claim he saw a worried look in the face of the boy which could be traced to the fact that some day soon he would loose that tooth, and then,–no more wiggling! At this thought the tongue left the tooth immediately and, with a sigh he resolved once more that he would preserve it for occasions of state. Such are the trials of youth.


In his grimy hands he held a glass jar in which sat an angry bee, now buzzing against its hateful prison, now sitting on a leaf which our friend had given it for food. It had been a long debate in his mind whether grass or leaves would provide a more nutritious diet for his pet. The much thought of question was carried to a higher court, his older brother, who had assured him that he once knew of a bee which had gained a pound a year on the simple diet of leaves.


Stumbling along the dusty road he soon encountered “Beanie”, his pal, swinging on a picket gate. As was usual, “Beanie” had a list of questions ready :

“Where you been?”
“Down to th’ river.”
“Swimming?"
“Nope."
"S’ afternoon?”
“Uh huh.”
“What yer got?”
“Huh, wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Aw ‘gwan, tell me.”
“Huh uh.”
“Aren’t you gonna?”
”Huh uh. Lookee here!”

Then followed the famous wiggling act. His recent resolution was forgotten in the temptation to overshadow his friend. But the expression on “Beanie’s” face of “You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!” brought out the more generous side of our friend’s nature.

“Aw, I’ll tell you whats [sic] in this here glass. Its a bee.”
“Wild?”
“Nope, tame.”
“Huh, I wouldn’t waste much time on a tame ‘un.”


“Oh, you wouldn’t, wouldn’t you? Well, this here bee is smart, he is, he comes when I call ‘im, he does. “Here Sport! Here Sport!”


For a moment the bee looked at his master, then with a mighty buzz he come over towards the side of the jar next our friend.

“Huh, what I tell you?”
“Will he sting?”
“Nope!”
“Trained not to?”
“Uh huh.”
“Aw gwan.”
“I’ll prove it.”
“How?”
“Put him down yer back.”
“Naw you don’t.”
“Huh, ‘fraid aren’t you?”
“Me ‘fraid?” [sic no quote] Huh! Did you say it wouldn’t sting?”
“Ain’t never stung me.”
“Well, stick ‘er down.”

The bee was taken out of the jar and placed down the victim’s back. For a long moment it buzzed around, then with a mighty vengeance, it stung, and stung, and stung.

Howl after howl disturbed the peaceful village. An angry mother accompanied by a vicious broomstick was after our friend.

Forgetting his tooth, his bee, he ran and ran as he never had run before.

As soon as he was out of sight of the frantic woman, a thought came to him. His bee–gone! He stopped and called,

“Here Sport! Here Sport!”

But “Sport” did not obey this time. Well, for consolation he would put his tongue so! The tooth was gone!

“G-o-s-h!”

All signs of light died out of his eyes. It was bad enough to lose his bee, but his tooth, that was too much!

The fire became embers, the Judge’s hand dropped to this lap, his head fell back against the chair. He slept. Such is the kindness of memory.
     –Helen Pomerene Carson, ’23. 

Citations
  1. [S73] 1910 U.S. Federal Census , 1910 U.S. Federal Census.
  2. [S247] 1920 U.S. Federal Census , 1920 U.S. Federal Census.


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