Reading through past issues of the Conservatory’s first newsletter, The Lyre, I came across this entry by Lillian Hodghead. Published in the October 1931 issue, Lillian’s account gives not only interesting details from her 45 day adventure with Ada Clement, but also gives us a glimpse at Lillian’s own character through her writing style and expression.
“I have been asked to write a humorous account of our vacation in three hundred words. It is a difficult subject to approach humorously, as the trip was not really a funny one and, besides, belonging to the last generation, I doubt whether I could ever be amusing when given only three hundred words. The very tempo for our summer vacation was so different from the feeling I receive each time I think of three hundred!
“We moved slowly and in telling about it I feel like “Pat with his paint” – if he didn’t hurry up, he’d run out before he finished! You see, we were in the hills forty-five days. It makes one imagine how Beethoven might have felt if he had been asked to use the themes of his Fifth Symphony in a one-page A B A.
“Well, let’s try:
“Miss Clement and I jogged along never faster than two miles an hour if going up, no matter whether afoot or horseback. There were hills and mountains, trails far from any roads, warm sunshine, hot rocks, rugged canyons, cool forests, meadows with colorful flowers, and lakes and streams. There was Benson Lake, where we camped five weeks, eight thousand feet up, wild and lonely; there were swimming, fishing, walking, being lazy, reading, sleeping, and much cooking and eating; there was “the bear, bacon bag episode,” lasting nearly a week. To do it justice would take all the three hundred words. Other things of interest were the sea gull, the chipmunks, birding, treeing, botanizing, and of course the pack trip in and out, three days horseback each way, with the famous packer, “Skeeter,” and the three mules loaded with “grub” (lighter coming home, naturally). There were the last few hours down the canyon wall of Yosemite, by dry Yosemite Falls and into the “civilized,” dancing, jazzy, speeding valley. We, still dressed in mountain clothes and still pulsing to the mountain tempo, felt all too queer by contrast: felt sad, leaving this beautiful, natural and healthy life, but there was the Conservatory waiting.
“If you should be interested, however, in really reading about the trip, you may borrow the diary from Ada Clement. This will take you several hours, but it is worth it.”
The Lyre, Volume 5, No. 14, October 1931
Unfortunately, we don’t have Ada Clement’s diary from this trip in our Archives. We are thrilled, however, by this colorful description of their summer vacation!