Did She Really Runaway?

LOUISE E WRIGHT FOUND

Neponset Girl, Alleged to Have Run Away, Held by the New York Police.

Louise E Wright, aged 16, daughter of Mrs. Joseph Wright of 25 Erickson st, Neponset, who is alleged to have run away with Perry H. Vreeland, a mess boy of the crew of the cup defense Vanitie, has been located in New York by the New York Police, in information furnished by the girl's mother, who is anxious to have her brought back to Dorchester.

Vreeland was arrested in Paterson, N.J. about a week ago and brought to the Dorchester court, where the charge of enticing the girl away from home was brought against him. The case was then continued until July 8, pending the round up of the girl. The girl wrote her mother a letter which was sent to New York and the detention of the girl followed. She will be held until special officer Patrick Williams of Station ll arrives.

The disappearance of the pair followed the arrival of the steamer City of Stamford, a tender to the cup Vanitie at Lawley's shipyards, in Neponset, near Wright's home. They met. fell in love, it was said and dispite the protest of the girls mother, went away. The young man, it was claimed, wanted to marry the girl, but Mrs. Wright objected on the grounds of youth.

Boston Daily Globe (1872-1922); Jul 2, 1914; ProQuest Historical Newspapers Boston Globe (1872-1926) pg. 18

Thanks to Carolyn Cusick Ravencroft for sending this article to me last year. Louise was my Memere Robillard. Did she really runaway? I have been told by my fb friend Ray Scanlon that there was a follow up article published in the Boston Daily Globe stating that Vreeland was arrested for white slavery. However, I have yet to see it because the BPL does not allow e-card holder access to the Historical Newspaper database any longer. For more information on my Memere, Louise E. Robillard nee Wright, please see my Wright and Robillard tags or search this blog..

Wordless Wednesday: Jerry Robillard, Mr & Mrs James (Patricia Maille) Riley

A word of thanks..

I never sent my Christmas cards out last year nor did I send the letters of thanks that Sabrina and I had written to a few of you.. I'm sorry, I didn't forget about you. The ornaments that we rec'd from the Chandonnet's in CO. were just beautiful, thank-you Denise. And to all of you who thought of us in other ways, I thank you as well. Roger, I still have your card on the dining room table along with 20 others.. But lately I have been so busy that I don't know if I am coming or going. Basically, I am back to work full time now (51 hours last week) and my Dad is not doing well. The doctors have only given him a few weeks. Hospice is being called in and we know that it wont be long now. So, I have been splitting my time between Dad, work, the kids and basically ignoring everything else. Jeeze, I haven't been food shopping in 2 weeks. It was Sals pizza last night and some shrimp, I had left over in the freezer from New Years, with broccoli the night before.. So I apologize to those of you I owe a thanks to or even a hello. I have been so busy.

Call Me-shell

I get it a lot... I get it from readers of my blog with whom I correspond through e-mail. Specifically, readers who find my blog though a Google search and write to me to inquire about a certain surname or family line that is mentioned within my blog. Now, in the defense of these readers, they don't know me, and from the title of my blog you would think that I am telling them to call me Shell. After all, that is what it says, right? Call Me-shell.. Well, I'm not. I have never been called Shell nor do I ever want to be called Shell. (but don't worry if you do, it doesn't bother me- that much. I know what my name is : ) So, now I just want to let you, my readers, know how the title of my blog came about. The title of my blog stems from the way my name was pronounced by my deceased and very much missed mother Pauline Gail Robillard nee Maille (1944-1982). It is pronounced with the "i" sounding like a long e vowel sound. Hence the title, Call Me-shell : ). My father used to, occasionally, pronounce my name this way (usually when I was in trouble), as well as my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. As a matter of fact,  I was called "Mesh" (long e), quite often when I was a kid...