I just finished reading Planting Doctoring is Fun by Cynthia Westcott (1957, D. van Nostrand Company, Inc). Westcott, born in 1898, graduated from Wellesley and then went to Cornell to study for her PhD in Plant Pathology.
It was a bit of a winding path through graduate school, but eventually, Westcott gets her PhD and then discovers that none of the government or teaching jobs available to those with PhD's were classified as suitable for women, so she buys a house in Glen Ridge, New Jersey and hangs out her shingle as "The Plant Doctor". (Yes, of course, during WWII, she does get a government job to "keep the seat warm" for those doing research to control "azalea petal blight". She carries on the research and comes up with the cure.)
She takes on many clients in the New York area and proceeds to live the life of a plant doctor, writer, traveler, plant disease researcher, and lecturer. She seems to have had no qualms about heading out to drive to Florida, Texas, even California in her Ford. Somehow, there is always someone waiting for her at her destination, either someone she knows or someone who has been introduced to her by letter.
I figured out a few pages into the book that I own one of other her books, The Gardener's Bug Book, one of the few gardening related books that my Dad happened to own. I am ever so close to ordering up copies of The Plant Doctor, Garden Enemies, and Anyone Can Grow Roses.
I worried a bit about Westcott at times, heading out to her client's gardens with chemicals and plant sprayers. She generally hired a helper to haul most of the equipment and pump the sprayer, but did most of the spraying herself. She wrote, though, that she very careful with the chemicals, avoiding spills, being careful about where she dumped extra amounts, and never leaving them out where an animal or child might get into them.
Every year, she opened her garden for a day, when the roses were at peak, to show how anyone could grow roses. She sent out invitations, baked hundreds of cookies and mixed up gallons of punch to serve to the hundreds who showed up.
I did wonder how a gardener from "the north" could learn enough about azaleas and later camellias, to solve the puzzle of the diseases that were ruining their blooms. The first answer is on page 152.
"The azaleas were not the low shrubs we have in New Jersey. They were the big Indian varieties, much taller than I was. Spraying was arduous but I enjoyed every single minute of it. I kept remembering the chapter in Elizabeth Lawrence's book on Southern gardening, titled "Spring Comes in February".
There's Elizabeth Lawrence again, a very connected gardener, in her own right. Westcott and Lawrence met each other in the early 1950's. Page 215... "Cora Harris, gardening of the Charlotte News, gave a luncheon and there was tea with Elizabeth Lawrence, who writes so charmingly of Southern gardens."
This is quite a rabbit hole. Reading Westcott leads back to Lawrence. Perhaps it is time to read some more Elizabeth Lawrence?