Hyde Bay Logo

Herbert Pickett's Family History
Herbert and Emily's Wedding

Back to The Lodge
Back to Pickett Family History Links

Previous Back to Index Next

Herbert Pickett, Jr. writing:

     It is a warm June night in the year 1916, the 28th to be exact.There is a wedding about to begin at 456 East 19th Street in the Flatbush area of Brooklyn. It is a three-story house, of faintly Spanish architecture, the walls being stucco with red brick trim and the roof is of red Spanish tiles.  A broad covered porch runs across the front and uncovered down the left side by the drive. You enter by double doors and vestibule, To the right is a formal parlor with gold brocade walls, two marble busts of a man and a woman, and a piano.  On the left is a large living room with a bay window where the groom, best man and clergyman wait. Ward Brigham is a tall jovial man, a minister in an Universalist Church in Chicago.  He had been pastor of All Soul's in Flatbush, to which the family belonged.  To his left stands the groom, Herbert Elmer Pickett, tall and slender, black hair combed back, very serious in his full dress, white tie, tails and all.  With him, similarly attired, is Kimball Ames, bride’s brother and best man, already showing the early baldness some of the rest of us have known 

     The piano begins the familiar Lohengrin march and the wedding party descends the broad dark paneled stairway. First comes the flower girl, Helena Woodbridge, scattering petals.  Then the Matron of Honor, Ruth Tag, the bride's sister, her sturdy figure somewhat more rounded by her 5 months pregnancy.  After a pause, the bride, Emily, and her father, Paul Kimball Ames, descended.  Paul was in his mid-fifties, brown somewhat curly hair, and mustache and pince-nez glasses.  On his arm was Emily, the bride, 22 years old, just graduated from Smith.  She and Herbert have been engaged for three years.

     As the ceremony proceeds, let us imagine the others present. On the bride's side, there is no mother as Mary Elizabeth Lamb Ames had died in 1908 after a lifetime as invalid with rheumatoid arthritis. The premier figures here would be Grace Elizabeth Ames, Paul's sister, and their mother Agnes Kimball Ames, a very old lady in a wig, even then not always responsible for her actions. She is affectionately called, "Gram". There was Ralph Tag, Ruth's husband, dark hair slicked back.  There would have been Wealthy Griggs, close friend of the bride and fiancée of Kimball, and her mother and father, and from Attleboro, Roland Lamb.  On the groom's side were his parents, Elmer and. Ellen Pickett.  Ellen Augusta was a tall heavy-set woman,  square faced, white hair, who was 70 years old. The first stroke that made her an invalid the rest of her life came that summer.  Elmer is 58, a farmer in Worcester, N. Y.  There is a group of the Gilman faculty, headed by Frank Pine, headmaster, including the groom’s special pals, Dana Ormond, Claude Anibal, Art Fox, Oz Wyckoff, and from Yale, Hink Lawrence. I once asked Mother if Uncle Doctor was there.  She answered, "I don't think so, but he paid for it." If so, Uncle Doctor was the unseen guest.  He was "Gram's" brother, and his full name was Hannibal Hamlin Kimball, M.D. 

     As refreshments were served, a small dark-haired woman was fluttering in and out of the kitchen, overseeing the arrangements.  She was Louise Kipp, whom mother described recently as "a little German woman."  She had been the Ames family housekeeper since Rockville Center days.  At Uncle Kim's wedding, Grandpa caught the bouquet, and he eventually married her.  We knew her as "Aunt Lou".

     There were other friends and neighbors, of course, including Rachel Blair of Springfield, Mass., Mother's particular Smith friend, and her parents. Other friends present were Maude and Ray Trundy who lived next door at 460, and the Shumways from over on 20th street There were the Woodbridges: Helena is Aunt Grace’s best friend from Smith days, Frederick J. E. is Dean of Columbia Graduate School, and a professor of philosophy.  They are parents of the flower girl.  There is Amanda Rhodes from Decatur, only daughter of Henry and Mima Rhodes whom we often visited in later years. Amanda died not long after of, I think, ruptured appendix. My guess is that she came down with Grandpa and Grandma Pickett. Other signatures in the book I can't identify. There were Wealthy Grigg's parents, Herbert and “Mother” Griggs.

     Finally the wedding feast consumed, the happy couple prepared to depart. Emily ran up stairs, and turned to throw her bouquet to the waiting bridesmaids; with careful aim, I'm sure. Wealthy Griggs caught it. In a shower of rice, the couple left to spend the night in a New York hotel.

The Brooklyn “Eagle” reported as follows:

Miss Emily Ames was married last night to Herbert Elmer Pickett.  She was attended by Mrs. Ralph Tag, as matron of honor, and little Miss Helen Woodbridge. The Rev, Dr. L. Ward Brigham officiated at the ceremony. Dr. Brigham was pastor of All souls Church when Miss Ames was identified with its various activities. It was one of the. prettiest weddings of the season. The decorations were blue and gold; blue for the bridegroom, who is a Yale man, and gold for the class colors of the bride, who is a graduate of Smith. Larkspur and daisies predominated. Kimball Ames, a brother of the bride, was best man.

     The bride is the daughter of Paul the Kimball Ames of 456 East Nineteenth Street. Her little flower girl is the daughter of Frederic J. Woodbridge, dean of Columbia University. After the ceremony at 8 o'clock, a wedding supper was served at the home of the bride. Late in the evening the young couple left on a short wedding journey, from which they will go to Baltimore, Md., their new home. Mr. Pickett is the son at Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Pickett of Worcester, N. Y.

     I am uncertain as to the dating of the honeymoon summer. My guess is that they had a week or two honeymoon some where, then spent a month at the farm helping with chores.  With haying, July would be a demanding month on the farm.  Dad said that just then, his mother was trying to disjoint a chicken for dinner, and suddenly lost the use of her hands.  It was the first of the strokes that kept her an invalid until she died.  This summer, or perhaps the next, Mother and Grandma put up the summer’s crop of peas in glass jars, and put them in the cellar for storage.  That night, they heard “Bang!  Bang!  Bang!”  in the cellar as jar after jar blew up.  So much for the Brooklyn girl on the farm.

     Then they went to spend some time with Dad’s classmate, Hink Lawrence. (I think his legal name was “Evelyn” so he was always, “Hink.”)  Hink's father was pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Binghamton, who had a summer home on Pigeon Lake, Bobcaygeon, Ontario. On their way, they stopped in Toronto where at T. Eaton's they bought a 6x10 white tent with fly, (which became the first tent at camp.) Then up to Pigeon Lake, where they pitched the tent.  I have pictures of the tent, canoeing, sailing swimming and so on.  Dad liked to fish and bought a local license, dated August 16, 1916, dated just nine months from my birth, so I was conceived in a tent in Canada while they were enjoying canoeing, sailing and swimming at a place owned by a Presbyterian minister. This explains my preferences it life, I guess.

     Anyway, their closeness to the Lawrence’s is the reason their second son was named Lawrence

Previous Back to Index Next

Back to The Lodge
Back to Pickett Family History Links