525,600 Minutes

By J. L. Starkey

How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?

In truth that she learns, or in time that he cried

In bridges he burned,

Or the way that she dies

– Jonathan Larson
Shirley Hansen, ca. 1929

The photo of “little miss Shirley” was beautiful, and her parents, Gertrude and Charles Hansen, were happy to show it to family and friends. Surely that well-meaning family friend spoke without thinking when she said that Shirley had “angel wings” in the photo. Didn’t the family know that those wings meant that Shirley was going to die soon?

I assume that my great-grandmother was shocked and angered by the comment (and I wonder how she refrained from giving the woman a piece of her mind!). But as I reflect on it now, 90 years later, those prophetic words give me chills. Because within twelve months after that comment was made, little miss Shirley would, indeed, pass away.

It would be the final tragedy during the worst 12 months of Gertrude Hansen’s life.


First, the joy…then, the crash

The twelve months from October 1929 to 1930 began with new life and renewed hope for my great-grandparents, Gertrude and Charles Hansen. On 20 October 1929, they welcomed their ninth child, a daughter named Gladys [1]. Gertrude was no stranger to sorrow; her first child had died soon after birth [2], and eighteen years later, her eighth child had also died in infancy [3]. By 1929, she knew that life, while filled with joy, could also be filled with unimaginable pain and sorrow. And yet…she still had hope. Surely the family was due for a bit of happiness now.

Perhaps it was an omen of what was to come when, just four days after Gladys was born, the Crash of 1929 began. The event that would signal the start of The Great Depression for the United States also served as the start of that most horrible of all years for Gertrude.


Joy and Sorrow

Springtime 1930 was bittersweet for Gertude and Charles; their oldest daughter got married and began a new life just as their youngest daughter was beginning to crawl [4]. I wondered how they smiled through it all, despite everything else going on in their lives at that time.

In the month leading up to his daughter’s wedding, Charles Hansen became ill. He was in a great deal of pain as he walked the floor night after night, clutching his chest. He and Gertrude knew what they were facing, but the word was not spoken. In 1930, that word was never spoken.

Charles Hansen, ca. 1929

Charles Hansen had cancer.

Gertude had just turned 40, and was facing an uncertain future with seven children to support. According to many family members, she was never one to shy away from problems, so I assume that she was the one who planned a June 1930 trip to Rochester, Minnesota, home of the Mayo Clinic.

On 1 July 1930, a local paper reported that the Hansens had returned from Rochester. Nothing was said of Charles’s health, but Gertrude knew the real story. Surely she wondered if they would get their miracle this time [5].

But this time, the answer was no.

Just six days after the article announced his return from Rochester, Charles Hansen died of lung cancer at the age of fifty. He was buried on 9 July 1930 [6]. For his widow, the mourning began. Or did it?

Mourning would have to wait for Gertrude. In a terrifying turn of events, little miss Shirley became ill shortly after her father’s funeral. A news article on 15 August 1930 provided an update: Shirley was a patient in Chicago’s Municipal Contagious Disease Hospital.

Sadly, that article ran one week too late [7].

On 8 August 1930, Shirley Hansen died of complications from diphtheria. Death came quickly for the little girl with the light blond hair and the beautiful smile. She would have no obituary, and she would be buried on August 9, 1930, just 30 days after her father’s funeral [8].

In just 43,200 minutes, Gertrude Hansen’s life as she knew it had ended.

Death certificate, Shirley Hansen

A Tragic Death…A Lasting Impact

The months leading up to the first birthday of Gertrude’s youngest child, Gladys, were surely a blur for the family. Faced with the prospect of returning to the work world after two decades of raising children, Gertrude shaved a few years off of her age to make herself more employable in a tough job market. One of her daughters would quit school just shy of graduation so that she could take care of her younger siblings while her mother was at work. The Great Depression had begun in earnest; families did what they needed to do to survive. So it was with my family.

Gertrude Hansen and children, ca. 1915

The death of Shirley Hansen would have a profound and lasting effect on the family. Her older sister would even name her daughter after her beloved younger sister who was taken from this world much too soon.

Little Miss Shirley continues to influence my family to this day. Although it is almost unfathomable to imagine losing a child to a vaccine-preventable illness in 2019, attitudes are changing. Today, some parents choose to say “no” to vaccines for their children.

I am not one of those parents.

Shirley’s influence can best be felt in moments like the one that occurred when my son was just two years old. We were at an appointment with a new pediatrician, and vaccines were on the schedule that day. The doctor was ready for my arguments. As he handed me a packet of information, he said, “Now, I know there is some controversy-“

I stopped him immediately.

“Doctor…my parents grew up during the polio epidemic. And my great-aunt died at age seven from diphtheria.”

The doctor sat back, blinked a bit, and finally said, “Oh. Then you don’t need my speech.”

“No sir,” I said. “Not even a little bit.”

It was the worst year of my great-grandmother’s life, that year that she lost so much. I wonder if she knows how those twelve months affected her descendants. Her pain and sorrow? It was not in vain.

Thank you, Gertrude Hansen. Hug Shirley for me, and tell grandma that I miss her more than I can say.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?

– Jonathan Larson

Citations

  1. United States Federal Census, 1930, Chicago, Cook, Illinois; Page: 20A; Enumeration District: 0713; FHL microfilm: 2340182.
  2. Illinois, Cook County Deaths 1878–1922. Index. FamilySearch, Salt Lake City, Utah, 2010. Illinois Department of Public Health. “Birth and Death Records, 1916–present.” Division of Vital Records, Springfield, Illinois. (See also: Undertaker’s Report of Death, Florence Ernestine Hansen, 25 Jul 1909, Certificate No. 6187, State of Illinois Department of Public Health – Division of Vital Statistics. Genealogical-purpose-only copy in possession of author.)
  3. Illinois Deaths and Stillbirths, 1916–1947. Index. FamilySearch, Salt Lake City, Utah, 2010. (See also: Birth Certificate, Robert Hansen, 29 Aug 1927, Certificate No. 39919, State of Illinois Department of Public Health – Division of Vital Statistics. Genealogical-purpose-only copy in possession of author.)
  4. “Miss Hansen to Marry Tomorrow.” Suburbanite Economist, Chicago, Illinois, 18 Apr 1930, p. 10, col. 4. Retrieved from newspapers.com.
  5. Suburbanite Economist, Chicago, Illinois, 1 Jul 1930, p. 9, col. 7. Retrieved from newspapers.com.
  6. “Charles H. Hansen.” Suburbanite Economist, Chicago, Illinois, 11 Jul 1930, p. 2, col. 3. Retrieved from newspapers.com.
  7. Suburbanite Economist, Chicago, Illlinois, 15 Aug 1930, p. 7, col. 8. Retrieved from newspapers.com.
  8. Death certificate, Shirley Alice Hansen, 8 Aug 1930, Certificate no. 21903, State of Illinois Department of Public Health – Division of Vital Statistics. Genealogical-purpose-only copy in possession of author.

17 thoughts on “525,600 Minutes

  1. What a touching story with a serious message. You’re marvelous!!

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  2. Powerful storytelling, I’m a tad misty-eyed.

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    1. Thank you so much. I shed a few tears while writing it.

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  3. Very well researched, and beautifully written. I’m not sure I could write anything similar …. of a lost son.

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    1. Thank you so much…it was tough to write about her!

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  4. I honestly look forward to when you post – you tell their stories so well! Xx

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    1. I appreciate that so much – thank you!

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  5. Great article! Very well written and researched.

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  6. Please everybody, get your children vaccinated. It has been proven that the report issued a few years ago was based on false research.

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  7. An important post to preserve the story of this lovely child and to get out a message that many don’t want to hear. I had a great-uncle who died at a young age of polio in the 1920s. I’m so thankful that when I grew up in the 1950s that there was a vaccine for that.

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    1. My mother talked about “lining up” to wait for a polio vaccine when they first became available. I can picture her mother marching the whole family in to get their vaccines!

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  8. A touching post about a terribly sad year . . . Little Shirley must have lit up the room when she walked in.

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    1. I have found one other photo of her, and her smile is the same. Oh my…she was just beautiful!

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  9. Such a beautiful story!

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