Continued from New Humiliations; school in America
In the summer of 1925, Herman reappears in the photo album, looking pleased with the house and garden. He and Adolph pose together under the gazebo, looking comfortable and relaxed. It confounds me that a man would travel the world while delegating the care of his family and finances to another man. Wouldn’t building a new home in a new country have been his primary concern? Why didn’t Adolph travel the world to make business connections? What was going on?
Snow storms pounded the east coast during their second and third winters in New Rochelle. Photos show piles of snow cleared off the front walk. Yry was enchanted, once again, by the mystical transformation that snow worked on the landscape.
Although socially isolated, Yry loved the freedom of the large house and beautiful garden. She spent solitary hours observing the Teutonic diligence of ants. These weren’t your wimpy little table ants. These guys were big and boy, were they strong! They tugged objects 100 times the size of their own bodies towards some mysterious destination. She’d try to divert their attention with a stick, but they stubbornly returned to their invisible highway. Sometimes she’d toss an ant into the fish pond to see if it could swim, and if it could, would it resume its line of travel even in the water? Lucky for the ants, the fish were zoned out in their own la-la-land. She took pity on the ants, though, and fished their sogginess out of the water just before they sank.
At last she owned a beautiful bicycle to ride through the elm and maple-shaded streets of New Rochelle. It was a pretty town with many ponds and lakes, rolling fairways, flowered lawns, and gentle hills. This new freedom was enchanting and she thrilled at top-speed flights down the hills.
For her thirteenth birthday, in 1926, Yry received shiny new scooter, an early version of today’s Razor. Standing before the front door in a fur-collared coat and patent leather shoes with her new scooter, she is maturing. Gone is the ubiquitous bow overshadowing her head. She poses rather demurely with a sleek, chin-length pageboy.