William S. Wicks daughter & my Grandmother, Ruth Egert Wicks McCartney, age 6, 1890 at the Green & Wicks Architectural firm in Buffalo, NY. I am not sure of the office location – possibly at the First Unitarian Church location, or the Title Guarantee building as the timeline seems right.
Wicks wrote “Rabbitwild” for Ruth 6 years later at age 12, by the description in the book, it is probable that the story had been penned at their Buffalo home at 124 Jewett Parkway. I would love to know what the book under 6 year old Ruth’s arm contains – forever a mystery I am sure.
In the story of Rabbitwild, Wicks tells a story of two sons, planning, drawing and devising a way to go into the Adirondacks with very little, over summer break to build a cottage according to his father’s plans.
Wicks had two daughters.
I can’t help but think that if Wicks did have boys, instead of girls, it was a liklihood that they may have become architects and continue the legacy of Green & Wicks.
You see, E.B. Green, had boys who did just that.
Ruth was a Smith Graduate and a Horticulturist graduating by the early 1900’s … I do not believe “girls” were “allowed” to become Architects at the Ivy League Universities where this discipline was offered. During these years the Women’s Sufferage movement was in full swing lobbying for the right to vote. The 19th Amendment was adopted in 1920, the year my mother was born … long after Ruth completed college.
And so, the continuation of the Wicks legacy was for all intents and purposes lost to prejudice, as female, young, great minds were relegated to gender appropriate studies.
This photo was preserved by Ruth’s son & my Uncle – Sydney Wicks McCartney who had boxes of glass slides from this era. Some shown on this Blog were developed and shared by Uncle Syd among the family. Unfortunately, before all were developed, Syd slipped with the box in his hand and all contents were destroyed.
Everyone who was connected to Wicks in a meaningful way is gone now. But, my mother was a glorious conversationalist – and so – we can at least retrieve the spoken word, and pass it on.
I loved Ruth, she was a “real” Grandmother, the kind that has been lost to the trends of our world, today. We called her Guy – there are various ideas on how this nick name came about – I thought is was because our baby talk just came to be a permanent tag.
She died when I was 8 years old … she never talked about the past. Ever. Whenever I was with her, she was always in the moment. She was a Unitarian, as was her father, that explains alot.
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