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Published Quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Lexington, Ky.  I
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VOLUME 27 WINTER, 1952 NUMBER 3
"Entered as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Office at Lexington, Ky.,  
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Copyright, 1952, Frontier Nursing Service, Inc. ,

 l INDEX
¥ ] ARTICLE · AUTHOR PAGE
·   A Day of Social Life in F.N.S. Ivallean Caudill 17
An Announcement Harper & Brothers 3
Beyond the Mountains 43
Dairy of a New Nurse-Midwife Joan Court 4
Field Notes _ 55
General Clinic Mary E. Mihalevio 27
[ Old Courier News 19
Old Staff News 30
The Least One (Illustrated) Rose Evans 10
The Song of the Siege of Agnes
(Illustrated) A Poem 14
’Tis Winter Now (Poem) S. Longfellow 2
To Kermit 41
BRIEF BITS
Children of a Courier (Photograph) 59
` Children’s Eyes 40
Five Happy Horses 52
From a Distinguished Obstetrician 28
Hearth Fire Dallas Morning News 13
Just J okes—Assorted 26
Kentucky May Be Invaded by Iraq The Thonsandsticks 12
Sayings of the Children 16
Talks Friendly 28
True Tales 42
; Truth and Beauty Beethoven 9
 , Uniformity Forward 54
€ , White Elephant 53
_  , You and I Contributed 29
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`Tis winTer now; The Tallen .snow  
Has leTT The heavens all coldly clear; (°
Through leaTless boughs The sharp winds blow.  
And all The earTh lies dead and drear.  
And yeT C5od`s love is noT wiThdrawn;  
His liTe wiThin The keen air breaThes;  
His beauTy painTs The crimson dawn.  
And cloThes The boughs wiTh gliTTering wreaThs.  _
And Though abroad The sharp winds blow.  ,
And skies are chill. and TrosTs are keen.  
Home closer draws her circle now.  
And warmer glows her lighT wiThin.  .
O God! who giv`sT The winTer`s cold.  T
As well as summer`s ioyous rays.  T
Us warmly in Thy love enTold.  
And keep us Through liTe`s winTry days. V· 
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  has the honor to announce the national publication
F - on April 2, 1952, of ,
[Q WIDE NEIGHBORHOODS
{ R A Story of the Frontier Nursing Service
3  by MARY BRECKINRIDGE
  Readers of the Bulletin have been regularly informed
Yu over the last two years of the progress of Mrs. Breck-
¤  inridge’s book stunming up the history of the Frontier
 y Nursing Service. Her friends have rightly insisted that
_. she include the record of her own early, formative
 —; years——incidents of her life in Russia, France, Switzer-
I land, the British Isles, and in America from the Deep
 p South to Canada.
`  Here is the complete and authoritative record of
  twenty-five years of team play between the staff at
. P Wendover and the committees of friends working
 . throughout America.
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‘  years is perhaps familiar in broad outline but now it
V, » is documented with intimate, human detail. The pub-
  lisher is confident it will prove of immense satisfaction
 .i to the many who have been associated with the Service,
  and will enjoy wide attention wherever good books of
. Americana are read.
  Booksellers in Chicago and cities in the East are
 ' authorized to place "Wide Neighborhoods" on sale on
April 14th.
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2%  Price $4.00
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DIARY OF A NEW NURSE-MIDWIFE  
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JOAN COUR'I¥ R.N., s.o.M.  
Note: Since 1951, Joan Court has been a member of the World Health  
Organization in Pakistan. She is organizing a domiciliary midwifery  E.
service in Lahore.  n
North Kensington, London. September 1949.  l
So I have been accepted by the F.N.S.! I spent most of the  .  
evening ruminating over an atlas, wondering about Kentucky.  
New York, November. Q
I am impressed by American friendliness, as typified by the  
Customs oflicial, who, bending over the labels on my luggage,  
said, "Now Joan, what have we here'? Have you the keys?"  
American trains hoot like ships—and, oh, the comfort! ', 
Bus from Lexington to Hyden.  
At this time of year the hills are brown and bare, but there  
is an atmosphere I shall grow to love about this countryside,
but not without periods of acute claustrophobia at being so Q
enclosed by hills. I am met at Hyden by two couriers who help  ‘
me with my luggage into a waiting jeep, and three miles further E
up the road by Jean Hollins, who has the most beautiful expres-  
sion of gentleness and humility. She, I am told, is the head {
courier, and general friend to everyone, especially the animals. =
At Wendover the flash impression is of comfort and ·
warmth. There is a huge log fire burning, around which there ,
are seated an astonishing number of women and dogs. I felt  .
very remote and strange, until Brownie broke the spell by intro- h
ducing herself and saying, "Wouldn’t you like to read your  4%
` mail‘?" glancing at the sheaf of letters in my hand. I would,  I
did, and felt better.
Wendover. November 29th.  .
As I sit in the jeep, steering erratically down the Wendover ,
road, with Jean repeating the same instructions to me over and  
over again with unfailing patience, I remember a phrase from  
one of Brownie’s letters last summer, "As you neither drive nor  Y
ride your application has needed very careful consideration!"
I may learn to ride, but I’m sure I shall always be a menace on  `
the roads, as I find driving petrifying.  .

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  I have made a friend in the F.N.S. She is a mule by the
y; name of Tenacity. She is teaching me to groom, and when I
  become a little more proficient she will pass me on to the horses.
il Grooming Tenacity is my first morning task, and I croon to her
Yi as I warm my icy hands on her firm woollen belly, or remove
j odd corn seeds from her ears. She reminds me of my favorite
. childhood toy, a stuffed donkey on wheels, for which I had an
, “ inordinate affection. When I finish Tenacity I am usually taken
 l riding, which is really most exciting, and I am thankful to find
·, I don’t feel a bit nervous of horses. I feel my London friends
Q  wouldn’t know me here, striding round in black riding boots,
 A blue—gray uniform of breeches and jacket, hair to glory, what
  ho, the ruddy cheeks and shiny nose! But withal my dislike for
V;  healthy exercise, it is impossible not to enjoy the lovely days,
·,  crisp and clear with bright sun. It’s only the cold really which
_ }; makes it sometimes rather an endurance test. There will,
 ` though, be certain pleasure in learning to manage things here,
V and in adapting to a mode of living to which I at present feel
`  totally alien and unfitted.
December 1st.
  Wind and river rising, and all the lights at Wendover sud-
Y denly fused. The river is constantly changing colour. It has
i been muddy brown. Today it is milky green, and there’s a soft
 ` rain falling through the mild air. I saw a scarlet bird perched
 · on a rock, incredibly beautiful in brilliance. This must be the
 _~ famed Red Cardinal. I wonder what Flat Creek is like?
, Flat Creek Nursing Center. December 11th.
 ll Bitterly cold. ·
January 2nd, 1950.
l  Stevie is away for the week-end. I am distinctly apprehen-
§ sive of being alone at night. Not of course for fear of anything
  definite, just an obscure and rootless fear of empty houses,
il especially ours, with·the shadowy lamps and big rooms. Janey
  has the afternoon and Sunday off. This morning as I rode along
to the store, I saw her drifting across the smooth green river
 · in a little boat, on her way home to Elisha’s Creek. She looked
l pretty in her pale lemon-coloured skirt and new blue sweater.
  She’s such a nice companionable person.
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January 10th.  
It’s cold again, with icicles hanging from the rocks and j;
banks, several feet long. At night, when there is a moon, they  
sparkle like crystal chandeliers. Actually, I think this country-  
side is most beautiful after heavy rain, though it makes prob- °
lems over getting around! Our life seems dominated by the 1
river. When it is well up or in spate, it is almost impossible to  
get to our patients up Little Creek, where they are always gl
needing us. After there has been heavy rain, I like best the ride  
up Little Flat Creek. We were up there last week, the creeks  
were very high, and the brown water swirled around the g
horses’ legs. Being unaccustomed to it, I felt quite giddy when Q
I looked down! Cascades of water spilled down the hills leaving E
the moss brilliant green where it covers the rocks and fallen
trees. There are very few people living up this creek, which ‘
winds its way in solitude between the steeply sloping hills: but ig
as evidence that there are a few habitants we met chickens and I
tortoise-shell coloured pigs scruffling amongst the beech leaves. »
· After the rain particularly, it all rather closely resembles a V
Walt Disney film. The occasional cabin fits into the scene, with
its chimney belching violet coloured smoke, and its clothesline ·
draped in gay-coloured patchwork quilts. ·
January 11th.
Amused Stevie today when I discovered that horses go into
reverse if even pressure is put on both reins. She’s very tolerant — _
of my amateur ways, and a wonderful person to teach anyone
horseback riding. At this moment she is busy sweeping the ;
branch that runs down behind our center. Apparently if you __
don’t rake out the leaves occasionally, it gets clogged up. Shandy  
is sitting on a rock watching her. He’s a gorgeous cat. Stevie  
tells me that when she cleared out the feed room last month,  
in a rat and mouse hunt, Shandy helped by catching rodents
two at a time!  
January 24th.  
What a country this is for sudden changes of temperature!  ,
Worth noting that today it was 700 F. I rode in summer uniform  ·_
up Elisha’s Creek with sleeves rolled up. Rex was sweating [
under the leather. It was lovely to hear the birds singing, and  
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  to smell the grass. The frogs spawningin the puddles are in
I, for a nasty surprise soon I fear, when this brief summer ends
  and everything freezes up again. “
Q I’m to go to work on the Bull Creek district next week.
d Have a feeling I’ll be back here though, and have told J aney so.
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  Bull Creek in April. `
, » The people are busy planting seed potatoes and ploughing
  the hills with mules and wooden instruments, while behind walk
  the barefooted children scattering fertilizer from a lard can.
. The butterflies are heavenly, my favourite the turquoise blue
f and black, and the yellow ones with the black border. They .
i flutter across the creeks and round the horse’s legs. The famed
l red-bud is out round the horseshoe bend of Maggard’s Road.
e No one told me it would be violet-coloured! It looks so lovely
xi against the gray sky. And the dogwood is beyond description,
  layer upon layer of snow—white four-petaled blossoms on deli-
cate twisted branches.
I June. ,
( Such a night, pouring with rain, and pitch black. Gwen,
-. Hilly and I drove to Wendover for a visit, and were entertained
by Jean in her room. Couldn’t be anybody else’s room! Numer-
ous pictures of horses and dogs decorated the walls, and there
was a real dog asleep on the bed. Dangling over the back of a
· chair were yards and yards of rubber tubing attached to an
d enamel funnel, which, Jean explained, she had been using to
$ drench a cow. Later we went down to the stable where Jean
·_ renewed the dressings on an injured mule which belongs to a
  local farmer. (They bring their animals from far and near to
  Jean. So would I.) Patient beast, looking strangely Biblical,
i with the stall dimly lit by lantern. It was an experience driving
Q the jeep back through the river and the beating rain—the light-
  ning sweeping across the sky, briefly illuminating cornfields and
5 the dark hills.
i Hyden Hospital. July.
 » Last night Bambi’s husband bought a huge watermelon and
{ we sat round eating hunks of it while he regaled us with stories
 E of life as a GI in England and Germany.
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8 THE QUARTERLY BULLETIN  
"But you wouldn’t have missed all this, would you?" All  
this includes a typical F.N.S. incident I noticed yesterday.  
Mardie was sitting on the hospital steps engrossed in picking  
something from Lassie’s ears. In a minute or two she got up F
and carefully holding some object in her hands went over to a _’
laconic young man leaning against a tree (who happened to be ·
the Deputy Sheriff) and said, "Would you mind burning this  
tick for me ‘?" handing him a screwed up piece of paper. And he, E I
unsurprised and unsmiling, took out his lighter and did as she ;
asked. And then, as Gwen says, where else would one be awak- i
ened in a nurses home by the night watchman shooting possum? _,
August.  
Too hot. Spend my days swatting horseiiies off dear Bob- - ?
bin’s tender ears. The ridge looks all tropical with huge cucum-  
ber leaves and lush green foliage, while in the valleys the silk  
trails from the tops of the tall green corn. I have a wonderful ’°i
patient, aged 75, with silvery hair and a huge beaked nose. He s
has cardiac failure and bronchiectasis, and officially there isn’t 4
much hope for him, but I think, and so does he, that he will
live. He has had twelve children and a huge family—nearly all
of whom, hearing that death is upon him, have come to stay. .
There have been at least 70 visiting, and five married daughters
are staying until the crisis is over. They are all Hne large ,
women, with the family nose, so that you could spot them any- l
where as his daughters. Everyone shares the work of cooking i
and caring for the children. When I visit, the beds are always ,
covered with sleeping children of all shapes and sizes. When i
one wakes, any of the women will change and attend to it, A?
irrespective of whose it is. Only when it comes to feeding them  
at the breast do they clasp their own.  
Flat Greek. December.  
I have been out for the first time on a night case. Jim _Q
fetched me at 10:00 p.m. saying Sarah had been in labour since i
noon; so we wasted no time for we had far to go. The family live ii
out of district. It was misty, but Jim’s little pony knew the way, VE4
and soon we were at the head of the creek and winding our way  
up the hill through the woods, with the beech leaves and tree l
roots underfoot. I remember thinking it would be a bad place ,

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  to try and bring the doctor in a hurry, and hoped Sarah’s deliv-
gi ery would be normal, as carrying a stretcher down that narrow
  steep path would have been almost impossible.
l After an hour’s riding we reached Jim’s home. Now the
‘ ' mist was clearing, and in the moonlight I could see that it was
Z ’ a very old log house, so old that it was almost cleft in two, and
  only one half could be lived in. Inside, Sarah was sitting on a
  . bench in front of a roaring fire. Jim hurriedly lit the lamp while
I took off my coat. Sarah sat so patient and beautiful with her
i calm placid face framed with thick plaits of black hair, gazing
_, into the fire. Very soon we had her into bed, and Jim had moved
  the bench up for me to use as a table. He sat by her head, strok-
l ing her hair and comforting her. And very soon the child was
- * born.
C When all was tidy, and Sarah lay on her side feeding the
  baby, I took my leave. Jim’s son, David, a tall thin lad of hfteen,
*4 said he would ride back with me a piece. It was almost dawn,
and in the thin gray morning light the homes along the creek
4 bank were dimly visible. The dogs started barking as we rode
by, and I knew that people would stir in their beds and hearing
our horses would realize it was the nurse riding back from
. Sarah’s, and would wonder how she had fared. Half way home
I said good-by to David, who then turned his little pony round
, and galloped back. Doc and I proceeded at a gentler pace! The
l geese stood white and motionless on the bank but, as we rode
V by, they with one accord slipped silently into the water. Back
, through the corniield, we went faster over the sandy path Doc
  loves. It seemed darker here, but Doc knew the way. He
T? decided to ford the river by Sycamore Island, and soon we were
E across and mounting the short perpendicular path to the road.
  From there I could see the church and we were nearly home.
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d TRUTH AND BEAUTY
  Truth exists for the wise, beauty for a sensitive heart.
I . The two are destined for each other.
 Q —Beeth0ven

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