The Other Book by Victor Elting

It took while, but I've finally located the article I wrote about John Elting and that I promised to post...way back in January!

The Other Book by Victor Elting
(As published in the March 2002 issue of The Historian, official newsletter of the Bevier-Elting Family Association of New Paltz, NY.

Mention the name Victor Elting and most members of our large, extended family will think of his book, "Recollections of a Grandfather." But Victor wrote another, lesser known book---one of sadness, yet a book whose every page exudes the love of a father for a lost son.

The book, simply titled, "John Elting 1911-1941" was privately printed in 1942 as a tribute to Victor and Marie Winston Elting's son, who died when he fell down an elevator shaft in Bombay, India on November 8, 1941. He was only 30 years old.

Some months ago, while surfing on Internet auction sites for anything related to our family's history, I saw a book by Victor Elting advertised. Thinking it was Recollections,I quickly clicked on the description and found it was, instead, this book about John. Fortunately, I was able to "rescue" the book, and when it arrived, I read this explanation in the foreword, "...(this book) is offered as a printed word which in the hands and on the shelves of John's family and friends may serve to keep alive his memory, and by suggestion and reminder renew the joy which they have had in his company. It will be given only to a few, whom he would have wanted to possess it."

It's truly a mystery how such a book ended up on an Internet auction site, but let's consider it a blessing, for it brings information to those of us who never had the opportunity to know this fascinating young adventurer, dreamer, writer---another of our Elting "cousins."

Victor recounted in the book how he and his wife thought to name the baby boy born on June 18, 1911 in Winnetka, IL, "Roelif" for three generations of ancestors of that name, but finally thought better of the plan, afraid of heaping a lifetime of spelling and pronunciation errors on the child. Instead, they chose "John" to honor an old friend, and to honor "the first American Elting, Jan."

This is the branch of the Elting family that has it's own Lake Huron wilderness cabin near a place called "Elting Point" in Michigan. The book is filled with tales from the family's wonderful adventures at the camp. I believe the cabin remains in the possession of Victor's descendants to this day.

Victor Elting was the patriarch of the family branch known in those years as "The Chicago Eltings" and his family lived a life that can only be described as "privileged"---an elegant home in one of the most prestigious of Chicago's suburbs, fine Eastern schools (John attended Hotchkiss, and then Princeton). But it's evident from the book that they were a loving, active and adventuresome family, hit too often by tragedy.

Marie died unexpectedly while on a trip to Paris with John to visit his brother, Winston, who was studying architecture in Paris. She is buried in the Elting Burying Ground in New Paltz. Those who have visited there will recognize the rock that Victor mentions thusly in his little book:

"...In one part (Of the Elting Burying Ground) is a great boulder, on the side of which is a bronze tablet inscribed, 'Family of Victor Elting.' A simple headstone, flush with the sod, records John's mother. "Marie Winston Elting. 1871-1932. Beside it is another. 'John Elting. 1911-1941.' The big rock was found by John and me on the mountain side one day soon after his mother's death and laboriously transported by modern equipment to be set up as the physical expression in the years to come of the unity of our family and of our love of the countryside."

After graduating from Princeton, John worked for the League of Nations in Washington; tried to pursue a career in the Foreign Service, but "forgot" to master French when his father sent him to Paris to be immersed in the language. According to Victor's writing, John "fell in love with an old schoolmate and his very attractive sister, and although they lived in Dijon and made some effort to carry out the program, John was not altogether true to the trust; and they had fun, mostly in English..."

Eventually John landed a job as an Associate Editor at Forbes Magazine in New York City. Anyone with access to old issues of Forbes might want to watch for John's articles. After that job, he worked for The National Association of Manufacturers.

In May 1939, John married Sally Waters Richardson. The next month he accepted a position at General Motors as special clerk in Institutional Relations, then moved up to special clerk on the general manager's staff. "On September sixteenth, 1940, John was called in by the head of the Over-Seas Division and told that they wished to rebuild the magazine known as 'The General Motors' World' and he was asked to undertake the editorship" Soon, there was an offer to transfer to Bombay, India for two or three years, which John eagerly accepted.

On their way to India, John and Sally had a couple of days before the S.S President Monroe was to sail, "so Katherine Hepburn, in her generous and spirited way, turned over to them her brand new roadster, and they drove up to Santa Barbara to see the Howard Eltings. There the last picture of John was taken by 'Uncle Howard'."

Their fairy tale journey of six weeks took them "from California to Honolulu, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Manila, Singapore..." Just a few weeks after their arrival in Bombay, returning home from a dinner party, they found their building in a blackout, and "since the lift was not on the ground floor, John ran up the stairs in search of it and on the second floor found the door open, or at least was able to open it, which indicated the presence of the lift. He stepped through and fell two stories to the bottom of the shaft."

John was buried in his beloved New Paltz, near the large marking stone he had helped his father transport to the Elting Burying Ground.

The stone house in New Paltz was the scene of family gatherings and Victor describes it: "On Huguenot Street in the small town stands the old Bevier-Elting homestead, built in 1698 by a direct ancestor of ours on my mother's side and a few years later sold by him to a direct Elting ancestor. The title has never been out of the family. The charm of the old house and its history caught John's imagination. Afterward (Marie's funeral day) he and I worked out a plan under which we organized a trust under the New York law to take over the house as an historic site. He became chairman of the Board of Trustees, and as his interest developed worked hard with Jess DuBois and Jacob Elting raising funds for the preservation of the house. Before and after his marriage he loved to go there and the village was a real interest in his life. For several years old fashioned Thanksgiving dinners (for) all our relatives enlivened the old homestead, and it was John who gave them much of their spirit..."

The "Finis" of this book is worth recalling in this troubled time:

"There is no end to the story. It is all in the epic of the years. The men of Athens lived and died, some young in battle, some old in wisdom; but all sworn that the State of Athens should be better for their having lived. There was something of the Athenian youth in John, and the world is better for his having lived.

"Who can say what lies in store for the future? It is the spirit that lives on and gives the hope. To this spirit the dead and the living make equal contribution. John has made his gift."

Yes, indeed. He made his gift in so many ways, but for our Bevier-Elting Family Association, perhaps his greatest legacy is the work that he did to preserve the old stone house. We tend to think of those who came before us as "older." Here is proof that it was a very young man who recognized the importance of saving our beloved stone house and joined with other relatives to make sure it happened.

I like to think that Victor would be pleased that his tribute book was "rescued" so that new generations could "know" John. I think that both he and John would be ecstatic to know that new generations of an extended family love and care for their beloved old stone house on Huguenot Street.

3/13/10 note to readers: In later years, this branch of the Elting family donated the stone house to the Huguenot Historical Society for continued preservation.