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The First Woman Doctor The Story of Elizabeth Blackwell, M.D. By RACHEL BAKER Who ever heard of a woman doctor? It is 1847. People think Elizabeth Blackwell is either mad or wicked to dream of such a career. But what a dream this is! And no one can tear this extraordinary girl away from it. Crowds laugh and jeer at her. Women pull their skirts away when she passes. Mobs threaten her. No one will rent her a room in which to live. No medical school wants to admit her. But dauntless Elizabeth does become a doctor - the first woman doctor, and one of the great pioneers in medicine. How she does it is a truly thrilling story. CHAPTER ONE Three little girls in long, gray Quaker-like gowns, and white dimity bonnets, were walking with their governess and talking quite seriously. "When I grow up," said Anna, eldest of the Blackwell children, and always believed to be the cleverest, "I shall be a writer." Anna was just a little over ten, and for several years had been making up verses and songs. Marion, always dreamy, thought for a moment. "I think," she said, "that I'll just read." The governess smiled. "And ruin your eyes, I'll venture, Miss Marion! You wouldn't have half so many headaches if you didn't read so much!" But Elizabeth who was only six, and always tagging along with her two older sisters, came up rather breathlessly. "I don't know," she said, "what I'm going to be." She put out her lower lip thoughtfully, and as usual took time making up her mind. "But I think," she said, and her expression was serious, "that it will be something hard!" When this was repeated at home, everyone laughed. Elizabeth, born in 1821, after the death of two other children, was the third daughter of the Blackwell household, and even from babyhood she had had the reputation for being stubborn and determined. First Woman Doctor She had to do everything for herself and she had to do it perfectly. When she was quite small she wouldn't let anyone help her with her boot laces or the buttons on her frocks. And in the schoolroom, even the governess would get tired of watching her, sometimes, her head bent over the slate, her lip thrust out, her forehead all screwed up with the effort of making her letters exactly like those in the copybook. And if the other children had finished before her and had gone out, the sound of their playing coming in through the open window, from the garden behind the house, that did not seem to trouble her at all. She simply couldn't leave until what she had done satisfied her completely. "I have never seen such determination," said her Aunt Barbara, eldest of the Blackwell sisters and sternest of them all. “A pity that such spirit should be wasted on a girl!" It was one of the other aunts speaking. The four maiden sisters of Mr. Blackwell lived with the family and took a deep interest in the children. Mr. Blackwell, who happened to come in from the sugar refinery which was connected by an open courtyard with the house, overheard this remark and at once, in his vigorous way, took exception to it. "What difference does it make whether Elizabeth is a girl or a boy?" He was a tall man with sharp intense features, dark hair combed up in a peak on his forehead, and long, carelessly-cut sidelocks, which gave his face a somewhat poetic expression. A member of the stern Independent church, a faith rather like that of the Quakers, he believed fiercely in equality. "All human beings," he said, "are equal. Black, white, rich, poor, men, women: even children have their rights!" Aunt Barbara pursed her lips. She was a very strict disciplinarian, and her look seemed to say that it was fortunate, indeed, that none of the children were around to hear such revolutionary talk. Mrs. Blackwell, a pretty, mild woman, dressed in a plain gown and cap, after the fashion of the strict Independent church to which the family belonged, bent her head over her sewing. Sometimes her husband's views were too advanced even for her to follow. And where in the world did he get all his energy? Lectures, meetings, resolutions. His study table was heaped high with pamphlets and tracts. A prosperous businessman, owner of a busy sugar refinery, he had http://www.pathlightsjr.com -- http://www.temkit.com 2 First Woman Doctor time to be interested in reforms of every kind. He had opposed the slave trade to America, until a law was passed in England, abolishing it. He often took part in meetings held to discuss the low wages and the poor working conditions of mill workers. And he was very much interested in seeing that women should get the same chance for an education as men. This principle he carried out thoroughly in his own home. Elizabeth had three younger brothers: Samuel, Henry, and Howard; and two sisters: Emily who was five years younger than herself, and Sarah Ellen, who was still in the nursery. For all these children, boys and girls alike, Mr. Blackwell outlined the same plan of education. This was very much in contrast to the usual practice of teaching girls music, embroidery, drawing and a little French, and giving boys Latin, Greek, mathematics, and the other hard subjects thought necessary for a sound education. The big house on Nelson Street, one of the finest in the port city of Bristol, was connected by an open court with Mr. Blackwell's sugar refinery. Very frequently, he would come in from the refinery, in the white suit that he wore there, and would go directly to the schoolroom, to listen to the children and their lessons. In Elizabeth he was particularly interested. With her stubbornness and ambition and terrific energy, she was so like himself. He would train her as carefully, he decided, as any boy. She should have every opportunity! The little girl in her long pinafore and demure cap was taught very strange subjects: history, and mathematics and Latin, and Greek grammar. And the same subjects were taught to her sisters. "We can't imagine what the girls will do with all the education you are giving them!" This was a criticism he heard not only from the members of his own family, but even from the distinguished visitors who came to the house. His answer was always calm, "They shall do what they please!" It was true, most girls spent their lives in waiting, waiting for the husband that would assure them the home they had been trained to take care of. But no one could imagine the Blackwell girls as waiting. They were far too adventurous, and it was the complaint of their mother and of the four maiden aunts that their father encouraged them. The truth was that if he did have to refuse one of their http://www.pathlightsjr.com -- http://www.temkit.com 3 First Woman Doctor requests, he did it in such a companionable way that it didn't always seem like a refusal. One day, Elizabeth and her two older sisters pooled their savings, and procured from the stationer's shop a gadget they had longed for--a toy telescope. They spent hours in the attic trying to look at the sun, and at the first evening stars. But they couldn't see anything at all unusual, because, obviously, it was a cheap and a very poor telescope. But when they trained it over the housetops and towards the horizon, they saw a line of green trees, which Anna exclaimed in excitement, "must be the woods of the Duchess of Beaufort," a very famous landmark about which all of them had heard. Elizabeth climbed on a chair. She longed to get a closer view of this beautiful forest, and decided, after a conference with her sisters, that the only way to do so would be to climb out on the parapet. This narrow and dangerous little carpenter's balcony ran outside of the house, just beyond the level of the attic windows, and was, by Aunt Barbara's ruling, forbidden territory to the children. How to get permission, and from whom? It was decided to address a petition to Papa, in verse. Elizabeth was sent downstairs hurriedly for ink and for paper, and on a corner of a dusty table in the attic, the verse was written. Anna signed her name in a romantic scrolled hand; Marion inscribed herself "Polly," the nickname her father teasingly had given her; and Elizabeth spelled out the letters "Bessie" so carefully that finally her sisters became impatient. "You take forever," they said. Of course she couldn't write as well as Anna and Marion. But they seemed to expect it of her, and she tried to make it up to them by carrying the petition down carefully to lay on her father's desk, in the study, where he would be sure to see it when he came in at night from the refinery. All night they wondered what would happen. The next morning, at the breakfast table, just after family prayers, their father arose, rustled a paper in his pocket, and then read them the answer, his eyes twinkling. Anna, Bessie, and Polly, Your request is mere folly, The leads are too high For those who can't fly. http://www.pathlightsjr.com -- http://www.temkit.com 4 First Woman Doctor And if I let you go there I suppose your next prayer Will be for a hop To the chimney top! So I charge you three misses Not to show your phizes On parapet wall Or chimney so tall But to keep on the earth The place of your birth.