A Serendipitous Life
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From Black Friday to the rough-and-tumble games with her brothers, World War II, battles with hurricanes and floods, and her first kiss, to prejudices, miscarriages, an eye falling out of its socket, and becoming friends with celebrities, Helen relates her colorful life in hundreds of tales and anecdotes. I can guarantee there is never a dull moment in this unique, fascinating story of a passionate, pioneering, peacemaking woman who felt and responded to Gods call on her life.
Helen Baily Cochrane
Reverend Helen Baily Cochrane is a retired Presbyterian minister living in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Reverend Cochrane has published opinion pieces in The Morning Call, Allentown, Pennsylvania, and in various Presbyterian publications. She is also a member of the Board of the Literary Arts Friends in Chautauqua, New York. She and her husband, Norman, now deceased, have three children, five grandchildren, and two great grandchildren. She has served several churches and as an executive of three governing of bodies the Presbyterian Church (USA).
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A Serendipitous Life - Helen Baily Cochrane
© 2012 Helen Baily Cochrane. All rights reserved.
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Published by AuthorHouse 8/29/2012
ISBN: 978-1-4772-3194-4 (sc)
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
PREFACE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PART I
DAD AND THE CRASH
BORN INTO A TIME OF TURMOIL
MOTHER
HARD TIMES
THE BAILY FAMILY
AUNT ORPHA’S WILL
EARLY FAITH AND THE CHURCH
GRAMMA BAILY
MY BROTHERS AND I
GROWING UP IN A SMALL TOWN
CARMICHAELS GRADE SCHOOL.
THE WORLD’S FAIR
MOVING INTO MIDDLE SCHOOL
THE GWYNNE FAMILY
PARTY LINE
THE AWKWARD YEARS
NANA AND POP
CAMPING
CHAUTAUQUA
MEETING MINA EDISON
THE TORNADO
AUNT DOROTHY
THE DEPRESSION AND
THE THIRTIES
TED GUP’S STORY
COAL MINING
CUMBERLAND TOWNSHIP
HIGH SCHOOL
WORLD WAR II
A TRANSITION TO COLLEGE
IT TAKES A VILLAGE
CHAUTAUQUA REVISITED
VALUES ALONG THE WAY
COLLEGE DAYS
THE ENGAGEMENT RING
PART II
MARRIAGE AND FAMILY
A NEW ADVENTURE—PARENTING
OUR HAMILTON CHURCH FAMILY
OUR MOVE TO HARRISBURG
GETTYSBURG SEMINARY
HURRICANE AGNES AND MY FIRST JOB
A CHANGE IN DIRECTION
PITTSBURGH THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY—A BIG STEP
VIETNAMESE RESETTLEMENT
ORDINATION
LOST IN THE WOODS
BACK TO HAMILTON CHURCH
ANOTHER BIG STEP
MOTHER AND DAD’S
AUTO ACCIDENT
REHOBOTH CHURCH
JACK’S ACCIDENT
SHARON CHURCH
BACK EAST
NORM’S FAMILY
BACK WEST AGAIN
JACK AND SOONTHREE
NORM’S PLIGHT
PHILADELPHIA
RAGTIME
RETIREMENT
GREATER BETHLEHEM AREA COUNCIL OF CHURCHES PRISON MINISTRY
SEPTEMBER 11, 1992
PASTORAL CARE
PENN STATE
NORM’S LAST YEAR
SERVICE TO THE LARGER CHURCH
GRANDCHILDREN AND
GREAT GRANDCHILDREN
PATERNOVILLE
PASTORAL GRIEF
THE GENERATIONS
DEDICATED TO
To Our Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren
and to
Our Children
Richard Norman Cochrane
Patricia Eileen Cochrane O’Connell
Jack Stuart Cochrane, II
From their Mother and Grandmother
With a Grateful Heart For a Lifetime with my Husband and their Father
Norman Telford Cochrane
And to
My Parents and Grandparents
INTRODUCTION
40403.jpgFunny, isn’t it, how some experiences stick in your mind and you can remember every detail of an event that happened years ago as if it occurred just yesterday. These events are usually burned into our minds because they were accompanied by strong emotional feelings such as joy, stress, horror, delight, anger, love, or incredible insight.
The life of Helen Cochrane has been filled with many such incredible stories, and she has recorded them all here in her autobiography. From small-town girl to national ecclesiastical leader, Helen relates the exciting happenings of her life and presents here the story of her incredible journey. And she has seen it all, from her start as a banker’s daughter during the Great Depression to the struggle for ordination and respect as a woman in one of the country’s largest denominations. At the same time, she has interwoven the national, state, and regional events that shaped her life and the lives of her family members.
From the rough-and-tumble games with her brothers, Black Friday, World War II, a suicide in the family, battles with hurricanes and floods, and her first kiss, to prejudices, miscarriages, an eye falling out of its socket, and marrying her own sons (assisting as a pastor in her sons’ weddings), becoming friends with celebrities, Helen relates her colorful life in hundreds of tales and anecdotes.
I can guarantee there is never a dull moment in this unique, fascinating story of a passionate, pioneering, peacemaking woman who felt and responded to God’s call on her life.
Copy Editor, Dean Bartholomew.
PREFACE
40411.jpgAbout fifteen years ago, I collected a body of historical information about the Baily family. Based on that information, I wrote a novel, in the genre of historical fiction, about how my husband and my family might have come in contact with each other in ancient and more recent times. The novel was never published, and I intend to revisit and rework it, but recently I realized what a unique gift I could offer my children and grandchildren, and their children, too, by passing on some vignettes of my life story. As my generation, coined The Greatest Generation
by Tom Brocaw, is passing away, I decided it was time, without further delay, to tell those stories. They include the lives of my grandparents, parents, brothers, other relatives and community members, many of whom have been gone for years. Since a day-to-day autobiography is impossible to write or even remember, I chose to include only a smattering of recollections—key events, emotional situations, and, from the view of hindsight, profound experiences—that opened unexpected windows into my past, revealing wider influences that have affected every step of my life journey.
As I began to write, I realized that although I could not include all of the years of historical events that affected my family’s lives, I could relay a few pertinent happenings that clearly impacted my early childhood and youth. From that retrospective view, I was able to better understand the myriad of memories that reveal the ultimate trajectory of my life.
Since I am not a famous person, I doubted at first that anyone other than my children and grandchildren would be interested in what I had to say. However, it has been pointed out to me that my narrative is a window into small town America in the 20th century. The many changes that occurred throughout that century enabled me to choose a career formerly not open to women. Additionally, I was raised in a community where rich and poor worked together to alleviate the suffering brought on by the financial despair of the Great Depression, and then joined with the whole country to muster the strength and courage to fight a full-scale war—all of those intelligent, disciplined people and others like them made the 20th century the best of all centuries in which one could live.
Later generations have had to suffer through wars about which many entertained serious doubts as to their validity or necessity. We are currently working our way out of a financial depression, and although my experience tells me that it is not nearly as devastating as the Great Depression into which I was born, we seem to be having a harder time returning to our confident spirit and love of our country.
My hope is that friends and family and others who read my story will be reminded that our nation can and must use the kind of collective strength and good will that I witnessed in my childhood and youth, a strength that I was privileged to live out in the second half of the 20th century when my husband and I were raising our children. It just may be that my story will inspire members of the rising young generations to learn from the positive examples in their history and prove to all that it is still possible to live out the American dream as a wise and caring citizenry.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
40413.jpgWhen I was hospitalized for a minor operation, my daughter-in-law, Marie Cochrane, brought a book to the hospital. That book was A Secret Gift by Ted Gup, whose writing class I had attended at Chautauqua, New York, so I immediately began to read his story. Ted’s unusual tale inspired me to begin writing my book, a project that I had long considered. I am grateful to Marie for her thoughtfulness and her inspired gift that pushed me into the most difficult place, that of actually beginning to put my thoughts on paper for publication. I also thank Marie for several days of her time and support in helping me correct the many typing and other errors as I worked toward a publishable copy.
I am extremely grateful to Dean Bartholomew for his support as he kept insisting that my story was worth writing, and most of all, worth reading. I could not have completed my book without Dean’s encouragement, and I thank him for the many hours that he spent working on my manuscript, utilizing his proof reading skills and editorial wisdom.
Thanks also to my daughter, Patricia O’Connell, for scanning my photographs and organizing them on the computer so I could send them to Authorhouse, where I was guided through the self-publishing process.
Many thanks to Authorhouse for providing a valuable service to authors, especially those whose prior experience, like mine, may have been mostly writing opinions and columns in newspapers and periodicals, but who are capable of good writing once the first hurdles of publishing are overcome.
PART I
40415.jpgPromptly at 10 a.m., Thursday, October 24, 1929, the gong of the New York Stock Exchange sounded … . The day would be known as ‘Black Thursday,’ the day the bubble of American prosperity burst.
The Great Depression and the New Deal, Anne Wilson Schraff, pg. 17.
DAD AND THE CRASH
40417.jpgIn June, 1986, when I traveled to Carmichaels from Pittsburgh after my Dad’s death, I was surprised to see the American flag flying at half-mast in the middle of the town square. It took a while for me to realize it was for Dad. I knew he was special, but I did not realize just how loved he was by the town in which he had spent a lifetime. What I heard from neighbors and friends at his viewing and funeral service gave testament to the importance of his nearly century-long service to his hometown. My Dad, Richard Lloyd Baily, was born on August 28, 1892, and died only two months before his ninety-fourth birthday.
Why did the town fathers think him worthy of flying the flag at half-mast? He was not a government official and had never served as the mayor, although he was active in community affairs and at one time had been president of the Town Council. He was never in the armed forces, although he was proud to be a Rotarian, an elder in the Presbyterian Church and a Waynesburg College board member for nearly sixty years. But from my viewpoint he was a true patriot, serving with distinction and courage as the Cashier and later President of the First National Bank of Carmichaels. At the helm as chief operating officer when the financial tower of America was about to crumble and finally hit rock bottom in 1929, he continued to manage the bank when the economy began its torturous road to recovery, a position in which he continued for almost all his life.
Dad was at the epicenter when that tragedy of seismic proportion rocked the world off its pedestal, as autumn turned from radiant to bleak. The good life, brought about by enjoyment of many innovations and inventions—automobiles, washing machines, radios, daring styles of dress and dance—and a growing middle and upper class suddenly turned sour. Those who had known wealth and prosperity were financially ruined overnight, and others who dreamed of easy riches stood in bread lines waiting for their next meal.
As recovery for the nation became less and less likely, Dad struggled with what was to become the most important act of his professional life. Sometime between the Crash on Black Thursday,
as it came to be known, and the action by Franklin Delano Roosevelt to declare a Bank Holiday on March 6, 1933, my father faced a decision that would make or break their trust, not just in him, but in their country.
Looking out over the town square, Dad would have seen a small grassy area with an American flag anchoring its center, flanked by a drug store, a grocery store, an ice cream parlor and a general store. He was 5 feet 9 inches tall, with thinning hair that belied his forty years, but neither his small frame nor his youth deterred him. Maybe the two-story red brick structure behind him provided the stature he needed for his formidable task, as he faced a gathering of worried men and women hurrying into the town square and toward the bank, perhaps to remove however much of their money they could retrieve from their accounts. But as he stood resolutely on the wide concrete steps in front of the town’s only bank, he convinced those people to trust his promise that their money was safe in the bank.
BORN INTO A TIME OF TURMOIL
40419.jpgMy life story began on September 14, 1929, five weeks plus five days before the stock market crashed. I was named Alta Helen for my mother, who had been named for her aunt, Helen Humphrey Baynton. I am not sure where the name Alta came from, but to avoid confusion, I was to be called Helen. My brother, Alfred, was four years old, and my second brother, Charles, two years old, so the three of us must have contributed greatly to my Dad’s many concerns on that difficult day, as we shared his attention with the ever more demanding task of keeping the Carmichaels bank open and solvent.
I like to picture Mother as she went on her daily shopping trip into our town center, buying food, and showing family solidarity with Dad. Maybe she went into the bank to show me off to the other workers, holding me in her arms, with my two brothers in tow. Maybe we were a little bit of cheer, a promise for the future on an otherwise cheerless and frightening day.
Dad, like many others, had also lost money in the stock market. When I was older, he told me that a woman named Nanny Keyes had loaned him money to help him work his way out of debt. In a delicious irony, she had the cash because she had not put any of her money in the bank. Her memory would have included another depression at the end of the 19th century. But Dad must have paid her back in a few years, since, to my knowledge, our family did not suffer any of the terrible effects of the Depression.
Some time later, after Nanny had moved to Florida, her honest landlady called my Dad to tell him that Nanny was going around town with a paper bag full of money. Dad, by then her executor, I assume, flew to Florida and was able to convince her to put her money in a bank for safekeeping.
When President Franklin Delano Roosevelt ordered all banks in the country to close, Dad was upset, later claiming he never doubted that the Carmichaels bank could have safely remained open. He was disappointed with President Roosevelt, who believed that since an overwhelming number of banks had already failed, further runs on the banks could have toppled the whole house of cards.
Later readings of history tell me that Pennsylvania was one of the states that had, by order of the governor, already closed their banks, so I don’t know exactly why Dad would blame Roosevelt. History also shows that the First National Bank of Carmichaels, now Community Bank,
was among the first in the country to reopen.
Twenty-seven years after Dad’s death, in 2010, Community Bank received the distinction of being ranked among the top twenty banks in the state of Pennsylvania and among the top one hundred banks in the country. Like many smaller banks, they had not made risky loans. The bank has carried on with the same common sense and integrity since Dad died and others took the helm. Management is now in the fourth generation and moving toward the fifth since Grandfather J. Ewing Baily and Great Uncle Frank began that venture in 1901.
When people gathered at the funeral home after Dad’s death, many spoke to me about how Dad had helped them by offering personal financial advice. One woman said to me at the funeral home, Your Dad told my husband and me that when we paid off the loan on our house, we should set the same amount aside in a savings account for future needs. We took his advice to heart and it helped us greatly, as he had promised.
Because Dad was a serious person, people might not have known that he was an optimist. But he was convinced that times would improve and the bank would not lose any of its depositors’ money. I believe it was from my Dad that I received a confidence in the future. Many years later I found the courage to become a pastor, even when there were few women in the ministry. Once, when I was in charge of a church stewardship campaign, and some in our church did not think we could convince members to give more to the church, I believed we could. As a result of a positive campaign, we increased giving by over fifteen percent. Today Americans can see, if they think about it seriously enough, that attitudes about financial situations, be they personal or national, strongly influence how the market forces respond.
After I was married, Dad gave his pocket watch to my husband, Norman Telford Cochrane, or Norm, as we all called him, because Norm also used a pocket watch. When Norm didn’t use the watch because men’s trousers no longer had watch pockets, I had it put on a pedestal. It seems a fitting symbol of my love and respect for my Dad, and now my husband, too. I ask myself, Is it an idol? Did I, or do I now idolize my Dad?
I don’t think so, for I know he was not perfect and that I may be blind to some of his faults, but he was a powerful model in my life.
When I was older, probably in high school, Dad sometimes lectured me and my brothers at the dinner table about financial matters. I found it boring and I couldn’t wait to get away from the table. At the time, his serious discussions and his desire to pass on his wisdom to his children seemed to backfire. Yet both of my brothers became businessmen, and I studied business in college. I think about that when I become frustrated that my children and grandchildren don’t want to hear my advice. I like to believe, however, that they will absorb some of my words for later use.
Dad might be considered a permissive parent by some, but he did