“She was small and reserved but had a cheerfulness, sweetness, and calm that were to remain with her throughout the years.”
The girl from Oak Park
Dr. Bob S. was a senior at St. Johnsbury Academy, in Vermont, when he met Anne Robinson Ripley at a dance in the school gym. She came from Oak Park, Illinois, and was a Wellesley College student, visiting a college friend over a holiday. (His side of these years is in Summa cum laude, in I Just Work Here.)
She came from a family of railroad people, AA’s history of Akron says, and grew up sheltered, without much money. She went to Wellesley on a scholarship, and all her life she made a point of saying so: her family could never have paid. She disliked show and pretense. Years later her son said she “just would not spend any money on herself,” so that the family could have what it needed.
The courtship lasted seventeen years. Bob went to Dartmouth, spent three years in business, then studied medicine, first in Michigan and then in Chicago. He drank nearly the whole way through, and had to stay dry for two extra quarters to get his degree. Anne taught school, and they saw each other and wrote to each other regularly.
A Dartmouth classmate saw Bob now and then on his trips to Chicago for Fairbanks Morse, the scale makers. Good Oldtimers guesses the trips were partly a chance to see Anne, then a teacher in Oak Park, just outside the city. “Bob wasn’t interested in business,” the classmate said. “In fact, every weekend he usually went on a bit of a binge.”
By 1914 Bob was a doctor in Akron, Ohio, and drinking so hard that his father sent a doctor from Vermont to bring him home. He came back to Akron four months later, sober, and was still sober when the new year came. “Perhaps he believed he was that way for good,” AA’s history of Akron says, “and perhaps Anne Ripley believed this, too.” On January 25, 1915, they were married in her mother’s house in Chicago.
It’s the 1890s, at a dance in the gym at St. Johnsbury Academy, in Vermont. A college girl from Oak Park, Illinois, is visiting a friend on a holiday. Her name is Anne Ripley.
She’s small and quiet. She goes to Wellesley on a scholarship, and she’ll always make a point of saying so. Her family could never have paid.
At the dance she meets a senior named Bob. It’s the start of a courtship that will last seventeen years. He goes to college, then into business, then to medical school, and he drinks nearly the whole way through. She teaches school, and they write to each other.
In 1914 his father has him brought home to Vermont to dry out. He comes back sober. And in January 1915, in her mother’s house in Chicago, at half past eight, Anne Ripley marries him.