I was not laid off. I decided to take the leap sooner than I thought I would. I would look to my left and right and there would be 30 men on either side of me," Baicker said. Somehow girls got the message that there wasn't a place in the sport for them because they were women. I've carried it over to girls I mentor and coach that there is a place for them in hockey. Her other recollections of the gig don't include much in the way of sexism once she got there, either.
That helped me get respect with the players and guys on the Flyers beat. I hear horror stories, and there were a couple roadblocks and potholes, but largely I was very fortunate to work with great people. Even with a team clearly in transition, Baicker is confident in the Flyers' future, in part because of the legacy the late Ed Snider set for the organization. She knew him around the Wells Fargo Center and considered him a reserved, "larger than life" figure until she had the chance to interview Bobby Clarke about his passing.
Clarke described Snider as paternal toward the Flyers and his players. Her own time covering Philly saw her sometimes sparring with her own favorite players, including Chris Pronger, who ended the heated exchange with a friendly wink. Louis Blues jersey in her closet. Among more recent Flyers teams, she recalls routine pranks in the locker room, where she once brought a copy of a City Paper feature on the bizarre Flyers erotic fan fiction site Mibba.
Former Flyer Scott Hartnell was illustrated to look like Fabio. All of the players were down to earth, regular dudes. Meeting her idols was one of the best perks of Baicker's time in Philly. When she played in the NHL vs. Sometimes, working in the Philadelphia market meant facing off against fans, whether it was on Twitter or the subway. A fan isn't going to scream at the team about how Steve Mason fing sucks, but they can scream at me and they do nine out of ten times.
That's just Philly. A lot of that angst wasn't meant for me. I really tried my best. I made some mistakes. He was given little nourishment, and one day John Pomoroy, of Third and Poplar streets, a boyhood friend of Whiteling, gave the woman money and made her buy a little strengthening food for the dying man. When Mrs.
Martin asked her where the insurance money was Mrs. Martin then insisted on buying medicine and sending it in the house, when Mrs. Martin would go to the bedside of Birdie the child would beg for water or medicine, and say mother gave her but little. She stayed there until a little girl reproved her and told her it was unbecoming.
Whiteling took the floral scythe to a young girl on Cadwalader street and told her to work the emblem over again, as she thought her little Willie would soon join his sister, and the scythe could do service at his funeral. Willie was not sick then.
The night before the little toddler died it lay on the hard floor of the room, while the mother lay in bed with her little niece. She said he was going to die. An omen during the night had told her so.
Before her husband was taken sick she took him and the two children and the family had their photographs taken. Note: A very long front page article appeared in the Cincinnati Enquirer on June 26, , which includes the long text of Mrs. The newspaper is available on newspapers. John Whiteling, husband, 38, died Mar. Bertha Whiteling, daughter Thomas Story, father , died Apr.
William Willie Whiteling, son, 2, died May 26, Martin boy, poisoned with candy, recovered. Posted by St. Labels: Female Serial Killers. No comments:. Contact Us Terms and Conditions. Skip main navigation Press Enter. Toggle navigation. Search Options. By Amy Lemel posted
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