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Whenever I think of Beulah, I think of Carl Van Doren's observation that the more nearly one approaches sainthood, the more nearly he or she becomes invisible. Few knew of her existence, as you can see by the gaps in her chronology, but she was always pleasant, serene, deeply religious without trying to proselytize.  Like her sisters, she started teaching in a one-room school right after graduating from Ypsi -- for her it was Iron Mountain in 1907.  Some of the students were sewed into long underwear in the fall and didn't remove it until spring, she related.

I knew about the Pratt Institute degree which qualified her to teach "Home Economics", as it was called, but not about the return to Ypsi.  All these courses were required for maintenance of her teaching certificate -- I remember one summer when she commuted to MSU for a short course in making ice cream.

She taught in Grand Rapids as far back as I can remember, home economics -- cooking and sewing -- to freshmen girls at their main high school. In her latest years, she also had a few boys in her classes which amused her greatly.  Summers, she was home in Ovid and careful not to intrude on Myra and her mother who had their set ways in the kitchen.  Twice, she took tours, by ship, to Europe, the first time to the Olympics of 1936 when she saw Hitler humbled by Jesse Owens, once to the Passion Play at Oberammergau.  Two or three times she and Myra took train trips to their beloved West. 

She was the only one of the family to drive an automobile and to attend church regularly, a charter subscriber to Life Magazine and, perhaps, the National Geographic.  For years she sent money to the Aid society to finance missionaries in Africa. Like her sisters, she could play the piano; she was regarded as the best seamstress in the family.