She began writing freelance articles for Buffalo and Rochester newspapers and reviewed books and press syndicates before becoming a modern-poet- ry lecturer at Columbia University in 1900.
Jessie Rittenhouse taught English in Illinois and Michigan before pursuing a career in journalism. She attended Nunda Aca demy and grad uate d from the Gene see Wes - leyan Seminary in Lima in 1890.
and Mary Jane (MacArthur) Rittenhouse, was born in the hamlet of Tuscarora in the town of Mount Morris. Jessie Belle (Rittenhouse) Scollard (1869-1948), a daughter of John E. And what a feast it was, served at the edge of evening with lights and cheer! We of the younge r gen- eration had no inkling that She whisked about, rushing to the pantry for sausage and head-cheese but at his juncture proceedings were stay ed by the info rma- tion that each family had brought its own contribu- tion to the feast. My aunt had delayed the dinner, saying she thought some of the family might come home, and when one group after another began to arrive, great consterna- tion was felt on the part of my grandmother lest the turkey should not hold out. This plan was quite fea sible, owing to the size of the house and the fact that in winter that part of it was rarely used. A widowe d sister kep t house for the parents and conceived of the idea one Christmas of asking the var- ious families to dinner and of having a tree set up in the front hall and decorated, without the kn owled ge of the old people. My father was one of seven children, all of whom were mar ried and had f ami- lies of their own, and nearly all, by a strange chance, lived within driving distance of the early home. Prior to this I can vaguely recall run- ning downstairs in the early dawn to see what was left in the bulging stocking by the coal stove, but nothing stands out as particularly romantic until the night of the Christmas tree set up in the great hall at Grandfather Rittenhouse’s. This incident is connect- ed with my first memory of Christmas, my first sight of a Christmas tree. per- haps the most vivid of my childhood, cen- ters about the old mansion on the hill, for it was a large house of which only part was in commo n use, the res t being reserved for state oc- casions.
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