What It Means To Be an American
My name is Carrie Archer I was born on March 4, 1891 at Clinton Street in Brooklyn Heights, New York. My father Clark Archer was a gynecologist and surgeon and my mother, Matilda Speldman, was a young woman of refinement. I am the oldest of six children including Barbara, Katherine, and two boys, Rogers and Lyman. The youngest child, a girl named Matilda, died at one year old. We children were respected and deeply loved by our parents and were brought up to be loving and thoughtful. We were given excellent educations and sent to college, I graduated from the Packer Collegiate Institution in Brooklyn. My interests are mostly artistic. After graduating from the Packer Institute, I decided to take some drawing classes at the New York School of Fine and Applied Art. My parents taught us children to be thoughtful and caring towards others and to be of use in the world. The impression of my home life is ones of excitement and lots of fun. As an educated woman, I believe in being independent and making my own living. I work at the YWCA we are a United States branch of a women’s membership movement that strives to create opportunities for women’s growth, leadership and power in order to attain a common vision to eliminate racism and empower women. The YWCA is concerned with the needs of the war; our committee occasionally discussed the great increases in the duties of employment agencies of the YWCA because of the war. In our discussions the conclusion was that training girls to take the place of men was necessary. I want to be of use to this world and being in the position that I am having an education and being an American woman being a part of the YWCA allows me to be of use in our time of war.
Young women drawn by the prospect of job opportunities have given up rural living. The YWCA began in response to their needs to access safe housing, skill development. We...