On an August evening Edith Vail Ross was out in the city (NYC) and got caught in a “another hard thundershower [that] came up while we were at the meeting but I got home allright and not wet. Was fortunate enough to have an umbrella“.
If the rain wasn’t sad enough Edith wrote home lamenting for the fate of her friend, Miss Lamois who was now “engaged to be married to a Hungarian Doctor who has been courting her all these months. I don’t know what will become of her. I cried.”
Marriage at Edith’s age of 24 meant the end of any possible planned career, which she had carefully constructed for herself . It seems that the acceptance of her friend for the hand of marriage seems to have caught her in a sad surprise. In none of her surviving letters is there any hint that Edith felt any pressure to give up on her chosen career and enter into a marriage. She enjoyed this privilege to follow her dreams of singing and keenly felt the impending lost of Miss Lamois who presumably had been receiving lessons as well from Mr. Desci, her voice teacher.
Hear a snippet of Wagner’s Bridal Chorus from the Opera “Lohengrin”,