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CHARITY-l863
Sec inside cover

 This cover picture of CHARITY is exactly one  
hundred years old. It is an engraving from  
Gimiis Family Physician by John C. Gunn, M.D. { __
of Louisville, Kentucky, which was published  
in Cincinnati, Ohio. It was printed by E. C.  
Middleton. The original picture was by M. {
Calisch. L
We salute the Ohio Valley and its two great
cities!
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FRONT1ER NURSING SERVICE QUARTERLY BULLETIN T  
Published at the end of each Quarter by the Frontier Nursing Service, Inc.,
Lexington, Ky.
Subscription Price $1.00 a Year .
Editnr’s Oilicez Wendover, Kentucky
VOLUME 39 AUTUMN, 196:2 NUMBER 2
"Entex·ed as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Office at Lexington, Ky.,
under Act of March 3, 1879."
Copyright, 1963, Frontier Nursing Service, Inc.

 A CONTENTS
.· ARTICLE AUTHOR PAGE
American Association of
  Nurse-Midwives Helen E. Browne 22
O An Open Letter to the Older Couriers Marion Shouse Lewis 5
, Beyond the Mountains 34
 ‘ Crossing the Bar Alfred, Lord Tennyson 30
 I Field Notes 41
 ¤ Grandchildren of Mrs. Becky
_  __ Jane Morgan A Photograph Inside Back Cover
F; Grassy Creek Clinic (lllus.) Anne Cundle and Kate Ireland 13
  In Memoriam 31
(_ John Fitzgerald Kennedy 2
  Muncy Creek Ford A Photograph Inside Back Cover
  Old Courier News 15
E Old Staff News 23
  Our Mail Bag 10
l "Sengin’ " Anne DeTournay 11
i Special Delivery at Christmas Patricia Ware 3
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k BRIEF BITS
£ A Memorial to a Christmas Tree Mary Breclcinridge 21
[ Boy and Girl Contributed 28 A
{ Courage Thomas Carlyle 14
{ Happiness Contributed 39
l Hiding Place 14
l Information Please! 10
" ;‘ ' Legal Eloquence and the Horse Thief Source Unknown 29
  · Lost in Thought Contributed 14
E { T Megalopolis, U.S.A. Science Digest 29
{ Mother and Son Contributed 39
  My Fair Lady’s a Dear . . . (Verse) Jean Ingelow 46
gp Polite Babies Mary Breckinridge 9
  So What’s the Use Modern Maturity 4
  Submerged Forest The Countryman 21
E Whistling and Working 12
  White Elephant 40
  Your Character ? Contributed 12
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As for Rosemary, I lette it run all over my garden walls, "
not onlie because my bees love it, but because it is the herb 3
sacred to remembrance and to friendship, whence a sprig of it ll .
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  SPECIAL DELIVERY AT CHRISTMAS
1  by
  PATRICIA WARE, R.N., s.c.M.
I
Y I picked up my bags and stepped out into the cold morning
{ air. The gusty wind was chasing grey clouds across the sky.
_  Bare branches waved a welcome from the trees. A lovely day . . .
I Christmas Eve . . . that special intangible Christmas feeling spic-
at ing the air. Our parties for children had already been held, with
Q: Santa putting in a very welcome, if somewhat premature appear-
il ance. The sick and the old and the shut—ins had been remem-
’ bered by the gifts sent to us from many kind friends.
’ And now Pat and I were setting off very early to make our
calls, in order that we should have time in the evening to prepare
E for the morrow . . . important preparations for on Christmas Day
Fi we hoped to hold open house at Brutus, for all members of the
  FNS who could come to us. And we were hoping very much to
I`; attend the Christmas Eve midnight Carol Service in St. Chris-
  topher’s Chapel at the hospital.
  I went by jeep to visit an expectant mother whose baby was
  due at any time. Cheerfully, Sally greeted me, "Been having a
  few pains—but nothing muchI" We both grinned; a Christmas
  Baby? Looking at the sky which was becoming ominously over-
,1T cast I cautioned her to be sure to call us in plenty of time.
  Somewhat regretfully I relinquished hopes of attending the
I   Carol Service.
, That evening Pat and I worked with a will, putting the final
__.  _ tinsel touches to the tree, and baking cookies and pies. I made a
'A dressing and carefully stuffed the turkey. All went well until I
‘f" '·.» came to sewing up the bird, and then I had a problem . . . all I
v   » could find was an embroidery needle! I have never been much of
t a needlewoman but I am proud of that particular piece of sew-
  ing . . . After almost an hour, I had a beautiful end-to-end
  anastomosis I I
  The snow was falling, softly, quickly. The stars studded the
 V heavens and the moonlight silvered the snow-clad mountains.
 g Meanwhile we set our cookies and pies to cool; wrapped our
I  turkey in foil and set it in a roasting pan, on the table, and then,
I as though at a pre-arranged signal, the telephone rang. Sally’s
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husband calling from a neighbor’s house . . . Sally was in labor! ,_ 
Loading our bags into the jeep, we set off. We had to "make {_
haste slowly" as the roads were slick and the snow still falling.  .
However we had ample time. Sally, heeding my warning, had  
sent for us early.  
And so, we all sat by the wide window in the house on the  `
hill and watched the Dawn of Christmas on a wondrous white  
world. "Happy Christmas, Happy Christmas," we wished each  C!
other.  
And a very Happy Christmas it was, when at 4 :30 a.m. Sally QL
gave birth to her baby. With a strange feeling of the rightness  
of things I delivered Catherine Diane, a very healthy 9% lb. girl. W
I felt that bells should be ringing. Well of course, within our =I
hearts they rang indeed.  Il
Later, when everything had been done, we left the happy z{
family, mother and father, and two sleeping children, and the Q
precious little Christmas Gift, and set off home. We drove even z`
more slowly now, as tiny particles of snow froze to our wind- f
shield, making it necessary for us to stop and scrape the ice  <
away every hundred yards or so. It was very cold and we were  ‘
anxious to get home. Our anxiety was not lessened by the fact  
that we had remembered leaving the turkey on the table . . . and  
the dogs in the house! Surely they would have had their Christ- j
mas dinner when we returned. Would the two chickens we had  
in the freezer thaw out in time instead ?  
On reaching home safely at last, we walked into the kitchen  if,
and there—on the table, was the turkey—not so much as sniffed  l,
at! We made some coffee and relaxed with contented sighs. A
turkey, a fresh fall of snow, and a baby—what more could we  { _
ask for Christmas.  
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S0 VVHAT’S THE USE  
The little first-grader came home from his first day of school.  
"Ain’t going to go to school tomorrow, Mom," he announced.  
"Why not, dear ‘?" his mother asked. ll
"Well, I can’t read and I can’t write and the teacher won’t  
let me talk, so what’s the use ‘?" i ;
—M0dern M aturity, June-July, 1962 é

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T AN OPEN LETTER TO THE OLDER COURIERS
 . by `
  MARION sHOUsE LEWIS
  It may be many years since you have returned to the hills.
 l When you come you will find much, happily, that is different;
 si much, blessedly, that is the same. Arrival at Wendover is still
  up Pig Alley, now, of course, almost always by jeep. The Garden
  House, despite the addition at the Pig Alley end, looks about
  as it did. The jeep shed has been enlarged. The pigpen, the mule
·' barn, the cow barn, the maternity barn, SingSing and the Pebble
Tl workshop, all are as they were, with perhaps a bit more "spit
{ and polish" evident. By the horse barn is a horse lot above the
 jg garden. Here the grooming and currying is done out of the way
if of the truck and the jeeps. This barn is much as it was, though
_~ the hay loft has been heightened and enlarged.
, The shrill, endless cacophony of the chickens continues in
 y the chicken lots. Now, at this time of year, the glorious blue of
 » the morning glories lights up the somber garden side of the
 — horse barn, and spills down the railing of the cabin porch, spread-
 ia ing its beauty across the place and to any casual passer-by on
 ii the road below. The tool house still stands unobtrusively in its
  old place, with the ancient wash house beyond it. Below them,
  a fine walk of mellowed, aged brick, brought from the torn-down
  building that used to house the Hyden bank, leads from barn
  to cabin.
V The Hut, a double bedroom on the hill below the Upper
 1 Shelf, not far from where the old dog run used to be, is unob-
`  ° trusive but most useful for housing sturdy young guests. The
 ‘· Upper and Lower Shelves look as they did from below. Of course,
» ,   the addition of bathrooms has made them much more livable,
i'  but the Upper Shelf is still heated only by coal Hres. The Big
  House is not visibly different. Within, on the second floor, a
  lavatory where the old linen cupboard used to be, and, down-
 i stairs, the enlargement and glassing-in of the back porch off the
E. kitchen making a second dining room are the only changes.
 Q Lucile Hodges has worked tirelessly on the hillsides below
j  the Upper Shelf and the Big House. Brownie’s rose garden shows
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cutting and weeding steadily. The whole place has a well kept,  
cared-for appearance but it has not changed. ,
There are, of course, no longer the leisurely or hurried  ,
horseback trips to Hyden. Now the couriers go in three morn-  
ings a week by jeep on shopping trips. Coming to Hyden or ‘
having guests is now no big event for the outpost center nurses _
or for Wendover. Instead it is a usual occurrence. Too, the  iT
patients are much more mobile which tends to enlarge clinic  
attendance enormously, especially at Hyden Hospital.  
The Bowlingtown and Confiuence Centers are now no more. Fg
Lucile kindly arranged for me to go with her in Walter Begley’s R
boat all the way down the lake to the dam at Buckhorn. It is a  
beauty filled journey, especially at this time of year. The lake :
is narrow, as one thinks of lakes, and follows, of course, the 5
confines of the river, gentle curve on gentle curve and sharper i
bend on sharper bend. Here a fence post, half submerged, there F
a hay rake, abandoned in a former field, now a jungle for fish- .
all stand mutely telling of what was before. The trees come Q?
down to, and in many cases, into the water. And the hills, the E
stark, steep heartbreakingly beautiful hills, at this season in §
full leaf and heavy with their annual utmost in luxuriant growth, Y
look down at the waters.  
The new center, Wolf Creek, is reached by going a "piece" i
on the Hazard road after driving up Hurricane! Kate Ireland  
has done wonders with its level pasture land. Indeed she has if
done wonders with all the Service pasture lands. One’s first iz
view of the center is the pasture with the buildingsin the back- il
ground. The center itself is patterned afterhthe older FNS il
centers, but its living room has a large pictured window that fl 9
encompasses the broad and beautiful upland valley in which it J. ‘·
stands. , »` .,
The Service is truly now in large part on wheels. Its "fieet" .
consists of 23 jeeps, a Ford truck, the Ford station wagon-  
ambulance and Jean Hollins’ fine Pontiac, reserved for trips to  
Lexington. This was given the FNS by J ean’s sister Hope. Some lil
of the Staff have their own cars which they garage in Hyden. _I.
There are still horses at the centers, but they are mostly for an E
occasional trip if the weather has made the roads impassable I
jeepwise. There are neither horses nor cows at Hyden any more. s
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 _ The student midwives and the hospital nurses come to Wendover
I to ride. Indeed, no place now is left near the hospital where one
  can ride without constant alertness for cars and trucks that
; removes the real joy of any horseback pleasure jaunt. Hospital
 . Hill is crowded. On a clinic day the cars, trucks and jeeps are
C legion. There has been much in the Bulletin about the St. Chris-
  topher Chapel so I shall not try to describe it here except to say
 I that it is lovely and most fitting. It stands where Mac’s "wee
  stone house" used to stand. _
f' Mrs. Breckinridge looks better than I have seen her look in
  years. She comes down for luncheon, then does the chickens with
  J Clinton’s help and greets the cats and the geese. She appears
is again at tea and enlivens it with her marvelous and seemingly
1 unlimited supply of anecdotes and ideas enriched by her eighty-
gl two years of embracing life while bracing it.
{ Of the older staff members, Anna May January is at Hyden
` now as clinic nurse. She is still the same, quiet and frail looking
fi but with the iron determination, the gentle, discerning heart and
  the helpful spirit that endeared her to so many of us at Wendover
3 when she was there. Betty Lester, gallant Betty, whom all the
K mountain people know and love, is busy with the social service
j oflice and all its endless ramifications. She keeps everyone au
  courant with all the news of the people living in the Service ter-
] ritories. Dear Agnes Lewis is, as ever, meticulous, hurried, gay
  and gentle. Maintenance alone, now, is a full time job and she
{ has much more than that to handle. But she is always ready to
li, enter into any sort of fun, and can be lured into an occasional
ll, Saturday night bridge game when she throws her watch away
ri, · and plunges into the intricacies of no trump! Lucile keeps the
{$4., Service purse strings in order as of yore. Then, in her free time,
Y she goes cheerfully and quietly about the place, turning its rough
° d) hillsides into charming vistas, walking the dogs, feeding the cats,
,3 and keeping a watchful eye out for any small and helpless stray
Q animal. On Sunday afternoons she often walks down to The
lf Clearing to give Frontiersman VII hand-picked fresh greens. And
  how he loves them! Peggy Elmore, calm and competent, in
  addition to her never ending secretarial duties puts out a weekly
| Service newsletter, "Tidbits", relating the comings, goings and
s news of the FNS staff. She is also in charge of the jeeps, quite
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a headache of a job which she handles very well indeed. Brownie .
(Helen E. Browne), with her quicksilver, cool honesty and f
instant, sympathetic sensitivity firmly encased in objectivity,
turns her fine mind to any administrative problem, and without ·
interfering, guides and gentles. Kate Ireland comes and goes, ,·
gay, efiicient, helpful and interested. J uanetta Moore Morgan is  
back in Agnes’ oflice and bringing with her her bouncing sense <
of fun and pleasant helpfulness. Alabam Morgan and Ethel  
Bledsoe are pillars of strength and cheer in the culinary arts. 5;
Hobert Cornett, now foreman, is as loyal, steady and competent  
as ever. J 
There are many new faces, some of whom have been a·t H
Wendover for several years holding highly responsible positions.  ¤
They are all gay, pleasant and friendly, and individually and  
differently delightful. The couriers who were and are here are ,
blithe spirits. They seem a bit more mature and much wiser than  
I felt as a junior. However, the world they have grown up in is  f
perhaps more conducive to an early shouldering of maturity.  
The bulldozer is busy on the Wendover side of the river, ;
carving out a road from the new high school to The Clearing.  ,1
Here, Becky Jane Morgan still lives with her son, although Lewis  —
is dead. She has had a stroke, but can sit up in a wheel chair  {
and is tenderly cared for by Opal, her daughter-in-law. Anne  j
Cundle, the Wendover nurse, goes to see her every day.  S
Rounds, as we knew them, are made no longer. Instead the  
couriers go, for a week or so, to any center needing them. The  ,_
other centers they visit on one-day trips at some time or other Z
during their six weeks service period.  
Tea is still a highlight of the day at Wendover. The magni—  h  '
licent and terrifying wood and coal stove still commands the ' I  . ~
kitchen flanked by a smaller electric one, but a huge window fan __   _ I
keeps that room much cooler during the summer months. _, `
Though physical changes have necessarily and happily come  
to Wendover, the spirit of the place is still the same. It has the  
enduring qualities of selfless service, of happy cooperation and of  
constant zeal under which we all enjoyed working. And no matter  
how far out, nor into what unchartered seas our individual craft  J
have sailed we can always find here the quiet harbor we remem-  
bered where a warm welcome awaits us and where we may redis-  
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cover why the Service has always been so close to and so dear
to our hearts. _
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  roucm BABIES
  by
 l MARY BREGKINRIDGE
  Manners M akyth M an
‘. William of Wykeham, 1324-1404
 Q When Breckie, my little son, was in his second year we .
 i began playing a game of manners. I would say, "Breckie, please
1 lend me your ball." If he gave it to me I would bounce it a few
w times and give it back, saying, "Thank you."
 _1 Breckie was fond of playing with my bunch of keys. He
 · liked to shake them and to hang them on door knobs. Before
  long he would hold out his hand, saying, "Boppie, please lend
 if Baby yo' keys." When he said, "Thank you," I would reply,
 · "You’re we1come." Before he was two years old he had picked
ji up the "You’re welcome," and our first game of manners had
 I become routine. Once, when Breckie was near the end of his
  third year, he came by me in that jog-trot run of the toddler
 ' with a large kitchen knife in one hand. I sprang forward and
 L gently disengaged the knife from his fingers. As he turned
 W reproachful eyes upon me he made this remark, "You didn’t say
“  , ‘p1ease.’ You gwabbed."
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OUR MAIL BAG
From a Member of the National Medical Council: The Spring
Bulletin, as always, is a beautiful job, material and editing. p
From a Member of our National Nursing Council After a Visit
to FNS: The true belief I hold that nursing is an art and skill
is demonstrated daily as your nurses hold clinics, work at the
hospital, and visit patients in their homes.
From a Branch Secretary of the Needlework Guild of America: I
Think your work is simply wonderful—Read all your booklets E]
from cover to cover. God bless you all.  
From a Friend in California: We received such a very friendly I
note from Miss Browne in acknowledging our recent donation to
the FNS. It must be this spirit that pervades FNS for in every
issue of the Bulletin (which I read thoroughly) one senses this,
from those who have been there years to the new visitors.
From a Friend in Kentucky: The Bulletin takes precedence over
all other publications at our house. The recent issue sparkles.
The annual report is impressive.
From the Chairman of the Blue Grass Committee: Once anyone
has received this matchless little publication for a year, to be
without it is an unnecessary privation. §
From a Friend i11 Michigan: I am a shut-in and enjoy reading xg
about the wonderful work of FNS. H
From a Friend in Virginia: Wide Neighborhoods . . . what an S
amazing book! · — .. ,
INFORMATION PLEASE!  
Several of our subscribers have written us not to bother ,
to send a receipt, because their cancelled checks are receipts.  
Our auditors require that a numbered receipt be sent to every  
subscriber. The duplicate carbon copies are audited annually. K}
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“SENGIN’ "
by
p ANNE DeTOURNAY, R.N., c.M.
"She went sengin’ " was the casual reply I received from a
twelve-year-old boy (the eldest of the children) when I inquired
as to the whereabouts of his mother. I was making a sixth week
post-partum visit at this mountain top cabin home on this glori-
, ous fall day and was in a mood to accept, graciously, anything
E] untoward that happened on my district visit today, but I must
j admit that this information tendered in an off-hand manner wor-
Q ried me. Why would a ‘new’ mother leave her baby at home at
2 :00 in the afternoon and just go out singing? I learned, during
an aside conversation, that she went singing on the mountain
side and not at some neighbor’s home. Thoughts of possible
p. p. psychosis or nervous breakdown started a slow spin in my
mind until I ventured another question. "Did she go out to sing
songs ‘?" "Naw" came the reply and I was suddenly treated to
a rare occurrence. Three of the older children laughed, the others
grimied in appreciation of the big joke. After a pretty measured
look, possibly to make sure I wasn't just ‘fooling’ him, the oldest
brother disappeared around the corner and a short while later
presented me with an assembly of yellowish tan roots which had
§ been pierced through and were suspended like a string of beads,
_; for the purpose of drying. He informed me that these roots were
  called ‘ginseng’—and if you go out looking for these plants
. (which make themselves fairly easy to locate during the fall
because of characteristic red berries that appear on them at
" j' this particular time of the year) you have gone ‘sengin.’ The
mother with her husband returned home with quite a nice ‘strike.’
M _ = He held a modest sized basket of numerous three and four
A , pronged roots, which I learned would still weigh in pretty high
~ after the drying period. With a practiced eye he judged he
would get about twenty-five dollars for that day’s effort.
  Later I mentioned this incident to the neighbors living near
  us and found everyone was thoroughly familiar with the plant,
  prongs, berries, et cetera—but to this day I have not been for-
  tunate enough to find someone who could tell me what kind of
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root, black snake root, ad infinitum, as the stories were related  
to me.
Footnote by the Editor: The wild herbs, or yarbs as they  Q
are still called by the older mountaineers, are interesting not  
only to botanists but to nature lovers. Those that have medicinal  .Q
uses are doubly fascinating to doctors and nurses and lay stu- y
dents of folklore. ` `Q
t Mrs. DeTournay’s charming story and some inquiries about  
medicinal yarbs that we have received from others, put us in  
mind of an old collection of studies we had made many years l
`ago. These were given us by an old friend who knew the yarbs il
and their use expertly. They were illustrated by two different  
friends who could make beautiful drawings from nature. We 2
found that in a Quarterly Bulletin of Summer 1941 we published 9
eight of them with the pictures. In a Quarterly Bulletin of Sum-
mer 1946 we published another eight of them with pictures. We j
still have unpublished ten of them with the pictures. We also ;
have, at our printers, the cuts for the first sixteen which can be
cheaply reprinted. It is our intention in our Winter Bulletin to  
give the whole series of twenty-six—pictures and stories. We `
are sure that this will delight a great many of our readers. The °
Winter Bulletin is chosen for this series because it gets in the A
mail the first of March and most of the pictures were made of Ty
the yarbs in the spring. b
WIHSTLING AND WORKING
"Stop it!" cried the boss irritably to the office boy. "I won’t ‘ }
have you whistling at your work!" ‘
"Oh, that’s all right, sir," said the boy. "I wasn’t working."   .»
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YOUR CHARACTER? · ‘
The surest way to injure your own character is to attack  i
that of another. _  ;
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i GRASSY CREEK CLINIC
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_ We thought that you might like a report on our first Grassy
` Clinic which we held last Thursday, July 11th. The Grassy peo-
ple had held a working on the previous Saturday and the clinic
A was in pretty good shape; fancy odd bits of wallpaper, linoleum
on the iloor, and a wire fence on the porch to keep the small
A children from falling off. The roof has been patched, but there
ii is still some chinking to be done. They have provided a cup-
ne _ board, shelves, two tables, and benches for the people to sit on.
Everyone was on the porch, waiting for our arrival, and they
1 had even nailed up the brand new sign showing the clinic hours.
7; ` .. We gave 19 shots and worm medicine and vitamins to many
5 others. They were all very excited and pleased to see the FNS
A back again.
 V Footnote by the Editor: Grassy Creek is one of the neighbor-
_ hoods that was a part of the old Confluence district served by
the Frances Bolton nursing center. The clinic itself had been
built by the people living on Grassy Creek. After the nursing
center was taken over by the U. S. government and pulled down
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in behalf of the Buckhorn Dam reservoir, the Grassy Clinic fell j
into disrepair. This summer Anne Cundle, the Wendover nurse-  
midwife, with the help of Kate Ireland, started regular visits O.
down the river to the Grassy Creek Clinic. To avoid the river,  ‘
rarely fordable down there now by jeep, they had to go all _
around Robin H0od’s barn and come down Grassy from the »
upper end on a rough road. These clinics have been regularly
kept since this iirst one, with alternate clinic days on the opposite {
side of the river on Wilder Branch. When Kate is not here ,
another courier or staff member goes with Anne. Needless to fj
say, these old patients are received at Hyden Hospital and its *1
medical clinics when they can get there. N
COURAGE `
The courage we desire and prize is not the courage to die I
decently, but to live manfully.
Thomas Carlyle _
Hmmc PLACE I?
Student: "May I borrow your blue tie ‘?" {
Roommate: "Why the formality ?" 4»
Student: "You’ve hidden it in a new place." I
LOST IN THOUGHT I 
Maybe the reason some people get lost in thought is that it ·
is unfamiliar territory to them. ‘,
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  ” QUARTERLY BULLETIN is
  OLD COURIER NEWS
A. Edited by
 * AGNES LEWIS
j From Alison Bray, London, England-October 21, 1963
I do hope you are feeling really better now. I was glad to
I read your own report on yourself in the Bulletin. It was a splen-
did Bulletin and as always I read it all the way through, and was
  particularly amused by the "Receet for Washin Close" and the
F I little boys’ stories!
N I am extra busy now with my temporary job, helping run
{ another conference which has to do with old people’s welfare.
i I only do two days a week at present, but will have to do more
and more as the time of the conference draws near.
. From Mrs. W. G. Ellis (Pamela Dunn), in Turkey
p —November 8, 1963
We are settled in a lovely apartment with a gorgeous view.
We never expected to find anything like it. The water is beau-
. tiful and clear but the garbage gets dumped there so we can’t
· swim. Too bad—it would be ideal. My maid is cute, small and
- works hard. We had a jumble of misunderstandings in the begin-
ning but we stuck each other out and everything is fine now.
7 She’s quite good with Catherine and that’s most important.
sl Catherine is a handful. The children have made friends and are
i no longer discontent. Turkey is interesting.
*, We have a good time shopping locally for fresh fruits and
,’ vegetables and hot bread-delicious! Catherine and I take daily
I walks on the back streets and for awhile were called "donkies"
V _ by the children but now they seem to be warming up to us and
` V  I feel like the Pied Piper with my troup of about ten little chil-
 V dren chattering away in Turkish. I carry my dictionary with me
ki and we exchange words. They walk me home. I couldn’t be
 I happier that we decided to live four miles out where it’s sup-
, posed to be inconvenient. It’s not that way at all for us. The
. neighborhood is quite nice, the people are friendly and I d0n’t
-, worry about the children at all. The iishermen drag their nets
  if close by, the ships pass right by us and when it was warmer
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we enjoyed watching the sailboat races. Sometimes the children ,
rent a rowboat. We don’t miss TV at all but the one thing we I
do miss is a good news broadcast. We try to get BBC on short ¥
wave but it fades in and out so much we miss a lot. Our news-  
paper comes a day late. When everything happened in Viet Nam
we just had a trickling of news and it was agonizing, waiting for
a thorough coverage.
Just finished reading "Before We Step Into the Wings." It  
was so interesting reading your report of everything and I so it
thoroughly enjoyed your quote from Cynthia’s letter. It is 1
indeed good to know you are back at Wendover.  
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From Mrs. Samuel E. Neel (Mary Wilson),
McLean, Virginia~September 10, 1963
I certainly appreciate your letting me know of Mrs. Breck-
inridge’s condition. I am sure that she is taking this trial with
her usual spirit, and with faith undaunted. Q
We have just returned in time for school, after three lovely Q
weeks camping in a tent on the shore of Squaw Lake, New
Hampshire. Sophia and one small dog went along, to be joined
by Mary when her camp closed. Wendy had a "baby-sitting"
job nearby. .
Our two oldest (James and Amy) are attending college in I
the Bay area of California and they enjoy having my mother `_,
and brother close at hand. We will see them when we go out to ._
a Mortgage Bankers Convention in San Francisco the end of Y
this month. ( H
.My European jaunt last spring is still recalled with extreme ,, ,
pleasure. I visited friends near the North Sea in Holland, in ,
Bad Godesberg, Germany, and then spent almost two weeks ,
seeing the sights of Bavaria and the Tyrol with Munich as ·’ ‘
base-of-operations. The overseas flight is so comfortable and  _1
quick that it is hard to believe that another continent is at hand.  ji
I can’t wait to return to all the friendly places I visited!  t
From Mrs. William L. Helm, Jr. (Eleanor Lloyd), ‘
o Weston, Massachusetts—September 18, 1963 ' l