By Susan Martin, Senior Processing Archivist
This is the seventh part of a series. Read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, and Part VI to catch up.
I’m excited to be returning to the story of Henrietta “Yetta” Schroeder. So far, I’ve been following the Schroeder family’s 1889 grand tour of Europe, as told in Henrietta’s diaries in the Stout family papers at the MHS. After celebrating her 14th birthday on October 9 in Switzerland, Henrietta, along with her mother and three siblings, continued on to—where else?—gay Paree.
Paris in 1889 must have been an amazing place. The city, home to over two million people, saw an influx of over 32 million visitors that year for the Exposition Universelle. The exposition, held from May 6 to October 31, was a celebration of the 100th anniversary of the French Revolution. Its most famous and enduring symbol is the Eiffel Tower, which at the time it was built was the tallest tower in the world.
The Schroeders had passed through Paris on their way south, but this time, they would stay for longer and do some serious sightseeing. They lodged at 7 Rue Marbeuf in the 8th arrondissement. Henrietta described multiple trips to the Louvre, where she saw the Venus de Milo (“the original one”) and the French crown jewels; Notre-Dame Cathedral (“Oh! those windows! those beautiful windows!”); Saint-Germain-des-Prés (“why the very atmosphere was peace and holiness”); Saint-Germain l’Auxerrois; Palais-Royal; Bois de Boulogne (“I don’t think that the whole thing compares to our Central Park”); and Napoleon’s tomb.
And yes, Henrietta did visit the Eiffel Tower, on November 29, 1889. I’ll let her tell you about it in her own words.
Darling dearest old Confidante,
What do you think I did to day? I went to the top of the Tour Eiffel!! What do you think of that? eh?! Yes I went to the very top. (not on foot, of course, but in the elevator, because it is not allowed to go on foot, I don’t know why –) – One thing there, had the queerest effect you ever heard of – There was a heavy dirty fog off in the west, and we were so high that we could see a beautiful sunset over it off in the distance! Isn’t that queer? Though I don’t know much about engineering, I must say I never saw such a wonderful thing in all my life! Every piece of iron, big, or wee had about a thousand nail heads in it (where they were driven into, goodness knows, and he won’t tell) the elevators were managed just like the funiculaire that I wrote about in Montreux. We had to change at every “Étage,” and oh! I nearly froze.

The Schroeders had been traveling since June. As much as Henrietta was enjoying the trip, she was homesick and missed her friends. On hearing the news, in September, that her family would be returning home early in 1890, she’d written, “WE ARE GOING HOME NEXT SPRING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dear, isn’t that delicious?” On November 10, she wrote out a “wish” and stuck it to one of the pages of her diary with wax. The wish was unsealed later, presumably by Henrietta herself. It reads, in part:
I wish with all my heart (God grant it) that when I come home next spring, that Lina Wetherill will love me as much, & a great deal more than she does now, and always will remain my best and dearest friend for ever and ever. Amen.

I hope she got her wish!
Stay tuned for more of Henrietta’s story here at the Beehive.











