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The Bovills - LCHS Photo Archive |
In 1890, the superintendent of the Census declared that the
country’s frontier had closed. Settlement of the American West had been so
prolific in the latter-half of the 19
th century that there no longer
existed a distinct region in which the population was below two persons per
square mile. Indeed the West was changing. Between 1870 and 1890,
the population of Denver grew from 4,759 to 106,713. Railroads proliferated,
bringing people and industry to the once isolated region. Even the ubiquitous
open range of western lore, inhabited by rugged cowboys and longhorn cattle,
was under pressure from homesteaders and land developers.
It was during this period of immense change that Charlotte Emily
Robinson moved to America. Charlotte was born in England to a genteel family
that claimed direct decent from King Edward III. She was one of nine Robinson
children, all of whom were provided an education in the classic subjects.
According to biographical notes provided by her daughter, Charlotte’s father
“believed in education for women and pioneered to that end. All of his nine
children were given the best education available.”
Although the Robinson family had connections and some land
in England, dreams of limitless opportunity and prosperity called several of
the children to America. The youngest son Fred, along with the two oldest
daughters Gertie and Emmie, were the first to take on the adventure. Emmie
would eventually return to England, while Gertie married another British ex-pat
and accompanied him into the gold fields of Idaho in the 1880s. Charlotte, or
Lottie as she was known to her family, set out to visit her sister in Colorado
in 1887, thus changing the course of her life.
“Her sister’s baby was born shortly after her arrival,”
reads Charlotte’s biographical sketch, “and this event convinced her she had to
learn to be more practical and useful if she were to remain in the West.” While
in Denver, Charlotte took courses in nursing that would serve her and her
family well. Next she moved to Nebraska to assist her brother with a cattle
ranch he had just begun. She showed a remarkable willingness to “rough it,”
choosing to live in the sod house nearly 100 miles from any town, rather than
return to England. In 1891 she became a naturalized American citizen. On the
ranch she met another Englishman, Hugh Bovill, and they married in 1894.
Like many of Latah County’s settlers, Hugh and Charlotte
Bovill arrived in the area looking for unadulterated open spaces. Their
homestead in Sand Hill, Nebraska, which had once provided enough space to graze
cattle and make a living, was ringed by competing settlers by the late 1890s,
and they were feeling suffocated. In 1900 the Bovill family, which now included
daughters Dorothy and Gwendolyn, arrived in Moscow by train and then made their
way to Warren Meadows, some forty miles north and east.
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The Bovills - Hugh, Charlotte, Dorothy and Gwendolyn - along with family friend at their home in Bovill, ID
LCHS Photo Archive |
Gwendolyn Bovill recalled this new home with great fondest
in her memoir,
Knight or Knave?
“In later years I, Gwen, remember it well; ponies, horses
galore, farm animals, milk, venison, fish, pheasant, bear, huckleberries,
fields of hay and grain. It was a paradise for growing girls to roam…The only
fly in the ointment as far as I can recall was Mother’s persistence in
importing teachers, ‘tutors’ as she called them.”
In the early days of Bovill, as the community would come to
be known, you would have been hard pressed to assert that the American frontier
was closed. Conditions were primitive and every person had to contribute to the
physical settlement of the town. In an article published by the Daily Idahonian in 1954 about the
development of Bovill, Charlotte was characterized in this way: “Though she was
raised in the city, Mrs. Bovill was a real pioneer when faced with the wilds of
Idaho. She did a lot of hunting and bagged her share of elk, deer, bears, and
wild cats.” She was also a caretaker to all. Following a tragic dynamite
explosion at the WI&M Railroad’s Camp Eight that claimed two lives,
Charlotte treated the survivors whose next nearest treatment would have been
found in Troy or Moscow.
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Charlotte Bovill - LCHS Photo Archive |
Charlotte’s daughters inherited their mother’s adventurous
spirit and commitment to service. Gwendolyn spent her formative years enjoying
all the splendors that the forests and meadows had to offer. There was fishing
and horseback riding and conversing with the interesting people who would visit
her parent’s hotel and general outfitting store.
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Gwendolyn Bovill - LCHS Photo Archive |
Sadly, her childhood in the idyllic forests of northern
Latah County came to an end when the Weyerhaeuser timber company forced its way
into the town site. Gwendolyn completed
her schooling in Coeur d’Alene and then moved with her parents and sister to
western Montana. Hugh and Lottie bought a piece of property from which their
daughters could explore the Bitterroot Mountains and the Missoula River. As
Gwen recalled, “The fact that there was only a partially built shack to live in
was of little concern.”
Gwen quickly passed the state’s teaching exams and was given
a small schoolhouse about ten miles from her parent’s home. Her accounts of
that first harrowing year are too good not to share.
“Blizzards had a habit of hitting when I was on my way home,
in which case I let my horse loose and waited in the sleigh for Dad to rescue
me. The horse always went home, and soon as Dad saw him he would ride his big
stock horse, Red Dog, to find me. A strong arm and my foot in his stirrup
pulled me up behind his saddle, and away we went leaving the sleigh to sit
until I could redeem it. Not even a wolf would be out in such blizzards. My
eyelashes would freeze together until I was unable to see anything, and I still
wonder how my horse always got home. If the weather prevented my horse from
traveling, I had to snowshoe past the nearest farm in order to get any pay. No
tracks, no pay, and I got $50 a month so I made tracks.” - Knight or Knave?
The Bovill’s adventures next took them to Newport, Oregon.
During the waning years of World War I, Gwendolyn enrolled in the Army Physical
Training course. She was one of 12 to pass the course in Portland and she was
transferred to San Francisco. Before she could deploy oversees, the Armistice
was signed. As a trained “physiotherapist” she soon found employment at the
University of California Hospital. In that position she gained respect among
the doctors as an innovative therapist with a proven track record of healing
patients.
“Around this time [1922], a large medical building was under
construction on the corner of Post and Powell. The top specialist in San
Francisco were leasing space for their offices and they wanted a
physiotherapist in the building. I had a co-worker, Hazel, with a fine record,
but we had no money and I told Dr. Moffett that. With his help we got a group
of the specialist together and offered to work for them exclusively for one
year if they could keep us busy and
if they would pay our rent and loan us the money for our equipment. Hazel and I
were jubilant when they agreed. Weeks before we could move into the building,
they learned I had an automobile and began using me for house calls down the
Peninsula and around the Bay Area. Hazel carried on at the hospital during
which time we started a joint business account. I loved driving, and my house
calls consisted largely of dealing with children in their homes. After morning
appointments, I was frequently invited to stay for lunch and in time I made
many friends among the famous and wealthy people who had been or still were my
patients. Our business flourished and we both were happy in spite of long hours
and demanding work. What a happy day it was when we moved into our very own
suite in the Fitzhugh Building and could work with all the best doctors.” - Knight or Knave?
It was through her work that she met her first husband,
Major Louis Cassel. Eventually she would move to Hong Kong with Louis and spend
many years overseas. Upon his unexpected death, Gwendolyn returned to the
states. After marrying and being widowed a second time, she moved in with her
sister and brother-in-law’s home. She remained an active woman and spent a
great deal of time as a family historian. Before passing away in 1980 she wrote
three books related to her family many travels. Although short, her obituary
alludes to her penitent for exploration and her love of people. It concludes by
noting “She will be remembered by her many friends in Europe, Asia, California
and Idaho for her graciousness and generosity and so will be greatly
missed.”
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Gwendolyn Bovill - LCHS Photo Archive |
When considered as individuals, Charlotte and Gwendolyn
Bovill were undeniably vivacious and interesting. The pictures of Gwen as a proud outdoorswoman are what first caught my eye. Truly
they are some of my favorite images in our photo archives. The more I read
about the remarkable Bovill women, however, the more I was reminded that they
were just two among many who had little regard for the societal expectations of women during their lifetimes.
Men dominate our popular images of the American West. Yet there was a
sisterhood of fierce, self-reliant, smart, and compassionate women who built
communities across the mountains and plains. Yes, they carried out important
domestic tasks like cooking and child rearing. But they also provided in less
traditional ways – Charlotte hunted for her family’s dinner and Gwendolyn
opened her own medical practice. Women blazed trails, saved lives, and added to
the fabric of America.