The boxes arrived addressed to the Georgetown
Historical Society. Cathy Groves had described what she was sending,
thus the contents were not a surprise. What did take me by surprise were
my feelings - a mixture of discovery and joy and a sense of loss - like
finding a cherished keepsake from long ago in the bottom of a dresser
drawer.
Packaged neatly together were dozens of photographs, letters,
and many other documents including the wedding invitation for Ruth Royer
and Clarence Hudson White, Jr. Cathy, Ruth’s niece, felt strongly that
the items she had inherited from Ruth should “go back to Maine”. Several
years earlier Cathy generously had donated her Uncle Clarence’s
1929-1937 family films. Georgetown is the subject of much of the films’
content, we shared with you in February 2005.
When Jim and I first met Ruth in 1985, she had been
living alone at the “Popple Beach” house since her husband’s death in
1978. It was wonderful to have a year-round neighbor, especially one
who knew Georgetown so well. We were charmed and impressed by this
self-sufficient woman with an infectious laugh, who had no qualms about
living alone on a small dirt road at the far end of an island. It was
only after Clarence’s death that she, at age 71, learned to drive!
Over
the too few years until Ruth’s passing in 1991, we did all the things
rural neighbors typically do for one another. Shoveling snow from a
walkway was repaid with a cup of coffee and something sweet to eat. My
wrist surgery brought a gift of Ruth’s homemade soup. And what were
intended to be brief stops to deliver the day’s mail sometimes turned
into lengthy visits to hear stories of Georgetown back when, as well as
life in New York City, or sometimes about the White School of
Photography, or their lives in Ohio, where Clarence was professor of
photography at Ohio University and Ruth was a high school French
teacher. Both of them loved teaching and were loved by those whom they
taught.
Long-time TIDE readers know how the Whites became
acquainted with Georgetown. Clarence’s parents were Clarence H. White,
Sr. and Jane (Felix) White. They were introduced to the island by fellow
pictorialist F. Holland Day in 1908. The lure of a life on a ruggedly
beautiful island was strong, especially given New York summers. In 1910
the Whites purchased a circa 1815 farmhouse (formerly owned by the
Hinkley and Davis families) from businessman Walter Reid and promptly
moved it from what is now Seguinland Road to a location closer to the
water. (See TIDE Vol.12, No. 3 for Clarence, Jr.’s 1935 story about
moving the house to its location nearer Sheepscot Bay.)
Ruth and Clarence met through a mutual
acquaintance, Barnard alumna Truda Smith, whose family lived across the
street from the White School of Photography in New York City. According
to Cathy Groves, “Ruth was an honors graduate of Barnard’s class of ’28
and had been ensconced in a career as a high school French teacher” when
she met young Clarence. She first visited Georgetown with him in 1931,
and in 1934 they were married at the Riverside Church in Manhattan.
Her
husband had become the Director of the Clarence H. White School of
Photography after his father died in 1925 at age 54 while on a field
trip in Mexico with his White School students. Ruth became registrar
and secretary for the School, which prospered and grew, requiring a move
to a larger facility. Then came the war years, which drained male
students and teachers, as well as photographic supplies. It closed in
1942 with Jane White’s death not long afterwards. Clarence Jr. and Ruth
inherited the house. Their correspondence for the years 1946 to 1949
details their efforts to operate a school of photography in Bath. Says
niece Cathy, “Ruth had to virtually run the school while Clarence was
called to do the still photos of atomic bomb tests on the USS McKinley
in the Pacific in 1948.” But the fledgling school did not take wing,
and in 1949 Ruth and Clarence moved to Ohio, his father’s home state,
where Clarence served for many years as head of the photography
department The Whites returned to their beloved Georgetown as often as
possible, until retirement permitted them to live here year-round.
Their lives had been filled with marvelous adventures but it was Popple
Beach that called them home. Their 1971 Christmas card tells us why:
Ruth and Clarence White Jr. at Popple Beach 1977