Berenice R. Tuttle: A force to be reckoned with

Berenice TuttleOne of my favorite buildings in Rutland, one I was thrilled to see renovated, is the Tuttle Building on Center Street. The wide central staircase is gorgeous. That it disappears into a false ceiling adds an air of mystery, prompting me to turn in my imagination to a time when slick-haired, ink-smudged men were hurrying up and down, stacks of paper in arm. And apparently there was also at least one long- (or maybe a not so long-) skirted woman.

In 1898, the New York World published a story about the Rainy Day Club, a group of rebellious Rutland High School girls. Tired of heavy, wet skirts contributing, as they claimed, to colds and pneumonia, the daughters of some of the finest Rutland families began abbreviating their hemlines.

The story titled, “Short Skirts Awake Civil Strife in Staid City of Rutland,” told of the 60 “depraved” and “immodest,” ankle-showing “Priscillas” who were scandalizing the town and infuriating their parents. It is unclear whether Berenice R. Tuttle, who was in her last years of high school at the time the club began in 1896, was in fact a member, but she had taken the time to clip and paste the story into her diary. And according to a Rutland Historical Society document, she included the intriguing note that, “truth was hard to find in the article.”

Tuttle is a name long associated with Rutland. The Tuttle Company, which was considered one of the largest publishers of genealogies in the country by 1935, had published the Rutland Herald during the Civil War. Now known as Tuttle Publishing, it is still in business in North Clarendon.

In the late 1890s, the company’s then-proprietor, Egbert Tuttle, was a member of the association which built the first Rutland Hospital. The Tuttle Building, name still clearly emblazoned on the gray-green façade, now houses Book King and upstairs apartments.

Berenice Tuttle, Egbert’s daughter, was born on March 24, 1880. As a high school student, she would spend hours at the offices of her father’s publishing business, sometimes helping out by holding copy for the proofreaders. By the time she was in college, she was reading copy herself. Spending her summer months in the editorial department, she made it her full-time job after graduating from Smith College in 1902.

After taking two years to work in the editorial offices of the American Society of Mechanical Engineers in New York City, Tuttle returned to Rutland. Once here, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Tuttle was very involved in such women’s groups as Daughters of the American Revolution and the Vermont Society of Colonial Dames. As an active Republican during World War I, she was a member of both state and national convention committees as well as the League of Women Voters.

She also cofounded the Rutland Woman’s Club, a branch of the Vermont Federation of Woman’s Clubs. At different times throughout her life she served as president of both the local and state divisions and eventually became a director at the national level.

As a strong proponent of child welfare, Tuttle served on various committees including that of the Children’s Year of 1917. This event was established by the Council of National Defense to heighten awareness of the plight of many children following the influenza epidemic of World War I. Tuttle cofounded the Vermont Children’s Aid Society as a result of her work in this area. She was the first lay person to serve as president of the Vermont Conference of Social Works.

Her concern for children gained her a seat as the first commissioner of the Girl Scouts in Rutland and continued with her 16-year membership on the Rutland School Board. In this role, she was influential in laying plans for the new high school on Library Avenue, which opened in 1929. While involved with the Rutland Playground Association, she helped create four playgrounds in town, paving the way for what we now know as the Rutland Recreation and Parks Department.

In the midst of all this, Tuttle somehow found time to write articles for journals and magazines, becoming an active member of the League of Vermont Writers. At 55, she continued the legacy of her grandfather, father and brother to become president of the family business. Finally, four years before her death in 1973, as president of the Rutland Woman’s Club, Tuttle helped finalize plans for the creation of the Rutland Historical Society.

Phew! That was one busy woman. (I’m exhausted just writing it all down.)

But what astounds me most is the ability of this woman to champion so many ideas that transformed the community — changes that we are still benefiting from today, some 40, 60, 80 years later. From less-restrictive skirts to placing orphaned children, change is how we move forward — and must continue to move — one step at a time toward a better, more caring, more connected, more creative society. So let’s take a page from Berenice Tuttle’s book and get involved.

Source material for this column was provided by “Those Intriguing Indomitable Vermont Women,” a publication of the Vermont State Division of the American Association of University Women (1980).

Originally published March, 2013 in the Rutland Reader | (C) Joanna Tebbs Young

4 thoughts on “Berenice R. Tuttle: A force to be reckoned with

  1. Today I suddenly felt obliged to round-out the record on family matriarch Aunt Berenice… Who as I recall received somewhat negative and sketchy albeit justifiable innuendoes in THOSE INDOMITABLE VERMONT WOMEN… And I arrive here after finding no substantive reviews to add to at Amazon…

    But… I always thought her kindly but crusty but genteel but leadership but childlike and artistic character was never adequately described… LOOK AT HER PHOTO I could only say… Not the face of a mean person…

    But… after about 50 years it suddenly occurred to me… just today in 2021… that I had one concrete fact about Aunt Berenice beyond mere character witness… To wit…

    My mother was Berenice Braislin her namesake niece… And married an Indonesian Chinese graduate student of chemistry… Against everyone’s advice including Aunt Berenice and with some reason…

    And Mom’s dad was in the wedding photos… But… fast forward a few years… I hardly remember my grandad’s name and did not even know until long after he died that he was my grandad… Only daring to catch a glimpse of an imposing man who lived in the upstairs apartment in the same crumbling little 2 Nickwackett faux Victorian mansion as Aunt Berenice…

    My mom later explained that she begged her father to see the little creatures that she felt necessary to explain were his grandchildren… But he could not be bothered to come down the stairs…

    In contrast… Aunt Berenice insisted on playing parchisi and scrabble and everything in her substantial game cupboard… And often causing time to stop just like in one of those movies… While she interrupted her grownup talks so as to grab and lecture us not to walk between grownups who were talking… Or not to put pickle forks back in the jar after licking them… Etc… Somewhat like a combination of Eeyore and Owl by A.A. Milne…

    And every other summer… long before the era of handicap access… Aunt Berenice would find it her duty curtly to educate any random “Young Man!” that it was his duty to help her and her wheelchair aboard the Greyhound bus… So that she could return our visits to her in Vermont with her visits to us in Ohio… bringing magical paper that expanded into full size sponges and various other wonder gifts…

    My mom proved just as indomitable as her namesake… Her husband switched careers from Ohio Wesleyan professor to Rohm And Hass technical representative for SE Asia… Mom learned new languages but maintained a distinct aura in Singapore and Jakarta… A Vermont equivalent to rival the British tea time… And topping this off by bringing Aunt Berenice over for one more visit.

  2. Correction: “And topping this off by bringing her sister Aunt Edith over for one more visit.” (Aunt Berenice might have come but I do not think her health allowed it.)

  3. pps. My mom heard that my brother had seen an R movie at school called Pookie the Sterile Cookoo. We happened to be in Rutland when it was showing at a drive in. So we took Aunt Berenice. When they started taking their clothes off she started covering here eyes and groaning “i do not want to see this.” My mother said she thought it was a nice story but finally had to give in. But Aunt Edith’s old stick shift did not want to go into reverse. We edged forward toward the pond that was in front of the giant screen. Aunt Berenice… who normally said she did not want to be 100…. then started screaming i do not want to die! Mom had to take her out of the car so she could concentrate on the gears. i was too young to have any idea what was going on. i said maybe aunt berenice needs to go to the bathroom? Mom said no that is not it.

  4. I feel obliged to add a few quips…

    Hettie Green of THOSE INDOMITABLE VERMONT WOMEN,
    aka “the witch of Wall Street” and “richest woman in America,”
    was known for stuffing her coat with newspaper rather than buy a parka.

    Berenice Tuttle was poor but taught me her pasttime of ordering things in the mail.
    Keeping the “free gift”…. and sending the rest back.

    And my mom Berenice Braislin…
    looked exactly like a homeless person as she arrived from international flights.
    Pulling a cheap folding shopping cart. Because carry-ons did not yet have wheels.

    And was known in a Singapore market for buying up half-rotten papayas.
    “Hey, I know you. Your mom buys my rotten papayas at half price.”

    But… she cut out the bad spots… then cut it into slices…
    and laid it all out on numerous plastic plates through the refrigerator.
    I thought, “There goes Mom…” Until I tried it myself…

    Papaya is not fully ripe until it has bad spots.
    And uncovered refrigeration has a slight dehydration effect.
    Prevents rotting, increases sweetness, but keeps a fresh texture.
    It’s actually the best way to eat papaya.

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