Blanche Gaynell Frisby, daughter of William Sherman and Adeline Frances Hardy Frisby. Blanche's life had its minor tragedies. As a young girl she underwent an operation to straighten her crossed eyes. She seemed unable to attract boyfriends, and perhaps as compensation, ate much rich food and became fat. Indulged by her parents, the "baby" of the family never had a job and was what was known in those days as a "home girl," accompanying her parents on their trips, buying clothes, and playing the baby grand piano that was bought for her. When she was about twenty-five, Blanche decided to conquer her weight problem, displaying what was, for her, a remarkable show of will power. Enrolling in a reducing salon, she dieted and exercised to an alarming degree, emerging with the slim fashionable figure she'd always dreamed of, and at last, a boyfriend.
Then one day as Blanche and her mother were preparing to go shopping, Blanche was stricken with severe pain and rushed to a doctor's office where acute appendicitis was diagnosed and an immediate operation scheduled. Hours went by before she was returned to her hospital room and she died without regaining consciousness. It was said that you could heard of the entire scene; how the doctor plunged a full vial of adrenalin into her heart, and how John, her brother, tried to revive her by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The doctor's explanation was that the nightmare was engendered upon finding after opening her up that she had been bleeding internally for years. Adeline blamed the doctor, she also blamed Blanche's dieting. Adeline was a mother stricken with grief and shock. There were sleeping pills administered each night to Adeline and William. When Blanche's sister, Mildred, arrived from New York, she saw that Crown Smelling Salts were available for Adeline who frequently collapsed in the days that followed. When the day of Blanche's funeral came it was said that there were the women of the family in black veils, and that there was an overpowering scent of massed flowers and a huge crowd. Blanche, looked both like and unlike herself in a fully opened casket, "the best available" Adeline had directed to her husband William. She also directed William to sure Blanche's body was prepared for burial only by a woman, her rationalization being that Blanche was an unmarried girl and therefore not to be viewed or handled by any male, professional or no. It was said that neither William nor Adeline ever got over the loss of their youngest daughter. It is also said that William was once found seated on the floor at his own mother's knees, Rosetta Price Frisby, crying like a child in his grief. His mother would tell him "You'll never know what grief is until you lose one of your children."
Adeline so distressed by the death of her "baby girl" wrote a poem to express her feelings. The poem went as following:
Our Blanche
She was just my little baby girl,
Grown up big with cut off curls.
Just as sweet with her baby laugh
As when she was tiny and full of chaff.
We loved each other oh so dearly,
Everyone saw that very clearly.
I wanted her to enjoy her life,
It didn't matter about my strife.
As long as I could stand each year
I was happy just to have her here.
But one who loved her better than I
Called my Blanche to realms on high.
But I know my Savior loves me too
And will guide and tell me what to do.
To join my darling in the sky
When his voice shall call me by and by.
The poem was signed as "her mother, broken-hearted."
"Memories recorded by Blanche's niece, Phyllis Cochrane, and given to me by her daughter, Linda."
Then one day as Blanche and her mother were preparing to go shopping, Blanche was stricken with severe pain and rushed to a doctor's office where acute appendicitis was diagnosed and an immediate operation scheduled. Hours went by before she was returned to her hospital room and she died without regaining consciousness. It was said that you could heard of the entire scene; how the doctor plunged a full vial of adrenalin into her heart, and how John, her brother, tried to revive her by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The doctor's explanation was that the nightmare was engendered upon finding after opening her up that she had been bleeding internally for years. Adeline blamed the doctor, she also blamed Blanche's dieting. Adeline was a mother stricken with grief and shock. There were sleeping pills administered each night to Adeline and William. When Blanche's sister, Mildred, arrived from New York, she saw that Crown Smelling Salts were available for Adeline who frequently collapsed in the days that followed. When the day of Blanche's funeral came it was said that there were the women of the family in black veils, and that there was an overpowering scent of massed flowers and a huge crowd. Blanche, looked both like and unlike herself in a fully opened casket, "the best available" Adeline had directed to her husband William. She also directed William to sure Blanche's body was prepared for burial only by a woman, her rationalization being that Blanche was an unmarried girl and therefore not to be viewed or handled by any male, professional or no. It was said that neither William nor Adeline ever got over the loss of their youngest daughter. It is also said that William was once found seated on the floor at his own mother's knees, Rosetta Price Frisby, crying like a child in his grief. His mother would tell him "You'll never know what grief is until you lose one of your children."
Adeline so distressed by the death of her "baby girl" wrote a poem to express her feelings. The poem went as following:
Our Blanche
She was just my little baby girl,
Grown up big with cut off curls.
Just as sweet with her baby laugh
As when she was tiny and full of chaff.
We loved each other oh so dearly,
Everyone saw that very clearly.
I wanted her to enjoy her life,
It didn't matter about my strife.
As long as I could stand each year
I was happy just to have her here.
But one who loved her better than I
Called my Blanche to realms on high.
But I know my Savior loves me too
And will guide and tell me what to do.
To join my darling in the sky
When his voice shall call me by and by.
The poem was signed as "her mother, broken-hearted."
"Memories recorded by Blanche's niece, Phyllis Cochrane, and given to me by her daughter, Linda."
Blanche Gaynell Frisby, daughter of William Sherman and Adeline Frances Hardy Frisby. Blanche's life had its minor tragedies. As a young girl she underwent an operation to straighten her crossed eyes. She seemed unable to attract boyfriends, and perhaps as compensation, ate much rich food and became fat. Indulged by her parents, the "baby" of the family never had a job and was what was known in those days as a "home girl," accompanying her parents on their trips, buying clothes, and playing the baby grand piano that was bought for her. When she was about twenty-five, Blanche decided to conquer her weight problem, displaying what was, for her, a remarkable show of will power. Enrolling in a reducing salon, she dieted and exercised to an alarming degree, emerging with the slim fashionable figure she'd always dreamed of, and at last, a boyfriend.
Then one day as Blanche and her mother were preparing to go shopping, Blanche was stricken with severe pain and rushed to a doctor's office where acute appendicitis was diagnosed and an immediate operation scheduled. Hours went by before she was returned to her hospital room and she died without regaining consciousness. It was said that you could heard of the entire scene; how the doctor plunged a full vial of adrenalin into her heart, and how John, her brother, tried to revive her by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The doctor's explanation was that the nightmare was engendered upon finding after opening her up that she had been bleeding internally for years. Adeline blamed the doctor, she also blamed Blanche's dieting. Adeline was a mother stricken with grief and shock. There were sleeping pills administered each night to Adeline and William. When Blanche's sister, Mildred, arrived from New York, she saw that Crown Smelling Salts were available for Adeline who frequently collapsed in the days that followed. When the day of Blanche's funeral came it was said that there were the women of the family in black veils, and that there was an overpowering scent of massed flowers and a huge crowd. Blanche, looked both like and unlike herself in a fully opened casket, "the best available" Adeline had directed to her husband William. She also directed William to sure Blanche's body was prepared for burial only by a woman, her rationalization being that Blanche was an unmarried girl and therefore not to be viewed or handled by any male, professional or no. It was said that neither William nor Adeline ever got over the loss of their youngest daughter. It is also said that William was once found seated on the floor at his own mother's knees, Rosetta Price Frisby, crying like a child in his grief. His mother would tell him "You'll never know what grief is until you lose one of your children."
Adeline so distressed by the death of her "baby girl" wrote a poem to express her feelings. The poem went as following:
Our Blanche
She was just my little baby girl,
Grown up big with cut off curls.
Just as sweet with her baby laugh
As when she was tiny and full of chaff.
We loved each other oh so dearly,
Everyone saw that very clearly.
I wanted her to enjoy her life,
It didn't matter about my strife.
As long as I could stand each year
I was happy just to have her here.
But one who loved her better than I
Called my Blanche to realms on high.
But I know my Savior loves me too
And will guide and tell me what to do.
To join my darling in the sky
When his voice shall call me by and by.
The poem was signed as "her mother, broken-hearted."
"Memories recorded by Blanche's niece, Phyllis Cochrane, and given to me by her daughter, Linda."
Then one day as Blanche and her mother were preparing to go shopping, Blanche was stricken with severe pain and rushed to a doctor's office where acute appendicitis was diagnosed and an immediate operation scheduled. Hours went by before she was returned to her hospital room and she died without regaining consciousness. It was said that you could heard of the entire scene; how the doctor plunged a full vial of adrenalin into her heart, and how John, her brother, tried to revive her by mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The doctor's explanation was that the nightmare was engendered upon finding after opening her up that she had been bleeding internally for years. Adeline blamed the doctor, she also blamed Blanche's dieting. Adeline was a mother stricken with grief and shock. There were sleeping pills administered each night to Adeline and William. When Blanche's sister, Mildred, arrived from New York, she saw that Crown Smelling Salts were available for Adeline who frequently collapsed in the days that followed. When the day of Blanche's funeral came it was said that there were the women of the family in black veils, and that there was an overpowering scent of massed flowers and a huge crowd. Blanche, looked both like and unlike herself in a fully opened casket, "the best available" Adeline had directed to her husband William. She also directed William to sure Blanche's body was prepared for burial only by a woman, her rationalization being that Blanche was an unmarried girl and therefore not to be viewed or handled by any male, professional or no. It was said that neither William nor Adeline ever got over the loss of their youngest daughter. It is also said that William was once found seated on the floor at his own mother's knees, Rosetta Price Frisby, crying like a child in his grief. His mother would tell him "You'll never know what grief is until you lose one of your children."
Adeline so distressed by the death of her "baby girl" wrote a poem to express her feelings. The poem went as following:
Our Blanche
She was just my little baby girl,
Grown up big with cut off curls.
Just as sweet with her baby laugh
As when she was tiny and full of chaff.
We loved each other oh so dearly,
Everyone saw that very clearly.
I wanted her to enjoy her life,
It didn't matter about my strife.
As long as I could stand each year
I was happy just to have her here.
But one who loved her better than I
Called my Blanche to realms on high.
But I know my Savior loves me too
And will guide and tell me what to do.
To join my darling in the sky
When his voice shall call me by and by.
The poem was signed as "her mother, broken-hearted."
"Memories recorded by Blanche's niece, Phyllis Cochrane, and given to me by her daughter, Linda."
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