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FRONTIER NURSING SERVICE QUARTERLY BULLETIN
Published Quarterly by the Frontier Nursing Service, Inc., Lexington, Ky.
Subscription Price $1.00 a Year  
Edi1;0r’s Office: Wendover, Kentucky i
 
VOLUME 37 WINTER, 1961 NUMBER 2
"Entered as second class matter June 30, 1926, at the Post Omce at Lexington, Ky., I
under Act of March 3, 1879." I
Copyright, 1961, Frontier Nursing Service, Inc. I
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  ARTICLE AUTHOR PAGE
  American Association of
  Nurse-Midwives 20
  Anne Cundle and Sweet A Photograph Inside Back Cover
L; '- Autumn in the Kentucky Mountains
‘{ (Verse) Ambrose Rice 19
  Beyond the Mountains 53
i Christmas Eve Baby Mary Simmers 11
  Christmas in Song Students of the Frontier
i Graduate School of Midwifery 31
? Field Notes n 59
  In Memoriam 44
A  My First Year With the Frontier
, Nursing Service Anne Cundle 15
  My Impressions as a Junior Courier Mathilde M. Hunting 13
  Old Courier News 23
  Old Staff News 33
1 Our Mail Bag 21
__  Ring Out Wild Bells (Verse) Alfred, Lord Tennyson 2
.   The Living Room in the Big House
l (I1lus.) Grace A. Terrill 3
The Story of Joe Wide Neighborhoods 51
BRIEF BITS
A Horseshoe Nail Traditional 10
A Letter We Like Kentucky State Board of Health 18
Animal Ways Oryx 43
Attire of a Gentleman in the 1880’s The Noble Bachelor 30
Birds With Single Song Get Bored Science Digest 52
Breast Cancer Study Mary Ann Quarles 57
Feeling Tired? The Colonial Crier 32
i_   Giver’s Guide to National
Philanthropies National Information Bureau 42
  Nature in December Science Digest 43
F Simply What Was in Him Baltimoi·e-Aniericaii 12
Thank You, Anonymous! 41
Three Boston Junior Couriers A Photograph 22
  Uncle J amie’s Pickles The Beasleys 14
  White Elephant 58
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Ring ouT wild bells To The wild sky. E
The Tlying cloud. The TrosTy |ighT: kh,
The year is dying in The nighT;
Ring ouT, wild bells, and leT him die. g
Ring ouT The old, ring in The new.
Ring, happy bells, across The snow:
The year is going. leT him go;
Ring ouT The Talse, ring in The True.
i Ring ouT Talse pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and The spiTe;  
Ring in The love oT TruTh and righT, '
Ring in The common love oT good. T
Ring ouT old shapes oT Toul disease. l
Ring ouT The narrowing lusT oT gold;
Ring ouT The Thousand wars oT old,
Ring in The Thousand years oT peace.
Ring in The valianT man and Tree,
The larger hearT, The kindlier hand;
Ring ouT The darkness oT The land
Ring in The ChrisT ThaT is To be. g y
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E At four o’clock each afternoon everyone at Wendover
I gathers together in the living room of the Big House for tea.
  Problems of the day are forgotten and worries of tomorrow set
2; aside for this is the hour to relax in full enjoyment and pleasure
E I with Mrs. Breckinridge at her best. Even the dogs of Wendover
[ know when the time has come for their bits of cheese (their tea)
. and fully enjoy the luxury of the hour. Tea is a tradition at
_ Wendover and the beautiful old room with its huge log—beamed
. l ceiling lends itself easily to the comfort and gracious well—being
; . of those who enter and find a warm and hearty welcome within
    its walls.
{ [4 This living room in Mrs. Breckinridge's home, deeded to the
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Frontier Nursing Service, is a lovely room, a lived-in room, with  _V
an accumulation through the years of many items of interest.  
The immense fireplace on the long west wall is a replica of _ '•
the one at The Brackens, the old summer home of Mrs. Breck- xw
inridge’s mother in Canada. Each of its stones was cut and  
shaped from local rock, just as the Big House itself was built of iq
the logs of trees from the forest. There is a plaque mounted A
on the stone to the left of the open fireplace which reads, "To the L; 
Glory of God and in Memory of Breckie and Polly—dedicated  
Christmas 1925." In the same spot on the right is another plaque T. 
with the words, "The electric lights of Wendover were dedicated  
December 10, 1948 To the Glory of God and in Memory of Roger  
Kemper Rogan." This gift of light was contributed by Mrs. ,-
Rogan, one of our beloved trustees, in memory of her dear  {
husband. The hearthstone is one huge slab of rock. On cold  ,
winter nights, when lights are low, the huge burning logs cast  ,_
enchanting, flickering shadows into every corner of the room.  _,
Chestnuts have been roasted in the hot wood ashes and exciting  
tales have been related in the glow of the licking flames. The {
candle sticks and pewter steins that grace the mantel are from .
the one in the old summer home. The hand-forged hearth set
was made and given the Frontier Nursing Service by the late  
Dr. John Caldwell of Cincinnati; and the French artillery shell Q
that serves as an ash receptacle for smokers, and stands to the  »
side, was brought back by Mrs. Breckinridge from the battle  
fields of France.  1
The deer head has not always graced the space above the  
mantel—this was once quite bare. But Jane Norton, an early ,
courier, felt it was just the spot for one of her father’s hunting _ 
trophies. And so the late Mr. Ex Norton of Louisville sent us  A,
the deer head. Each Christmas, its antlers are adorned with red l 
ribbons and once, during an August wedding of one of our nurse-  Y
midwives, they were appropriately decorated with white. Janie l
Haldeman Tyrrell, courier of recent years, is the young daughter  
of Jane Norton Haldeman, so you can readily see why that deer rj
holds its head so high—it really belongs. - 
Tea is always served before the two big front windows. At  
every season of the year, the view from these windows is delight- ,=i
ful. They open upon a vista of trees and rocks and flowers and  ·i
birds; to the Wendover Road below, to the Middle Fork of the  L
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 , Kentucky River in its many temperamental moods; and over
gk; and beyond to the loveliness of North Mountain. The couriers
" who serve tea sit on the deep-cushioned window seat that spans
Q., the full length of the two windows. The space under this seat
  is deep and it is a catch-all for many oddments. Around the
  Christmas holidays, boxes of candy, nuts and Yuletide decora-
kl tions are stored there———sometimes even gifts are successfully
  hidden in its depths. This picturesque spot has been banked
  with flowers and greenery as an altar for a wedding; and, too,
=  it has served as a backdrop for the reading of thrilling scenes
  from Shakespeare, as only our beloved trustee, Miss Margaret
Y Gage, can give them.
 V Bookcases line every available wall space—there are books
< of every kind and to suit every taste. They are the personal
1 library of Mrs. Breckinridge. Many have been in her family for
 . generations, many are Hrst editions, autographed copies and vol-
 ; umes long since obsolete. Every book has its place and twice
~ each year one of our good neighbors comes and oils each one,
{ putting it back where it belongs. Mrs. Breckinridge knows where
 ` to iind each book, for she put them all there. It is a rare privi-
lege indeed to browse through these wonderful old volumes of
  hers. Over behind the sofa, which belonged to her mother, stands
L a specially built rack which holds the complete set of the 1910
  Encyclopedia Britannica.
 , The sturdy drop-leaf end table next to the sofa matches the
 ii large tea table which was given the Frontier Nursing Service
 " in the early thirties by Mrs. Arthur Bray of England, aunt of
. Courier Alison Bray. The little three-legged milking stool, which
 L delights the heart of the very young who visit us, was also a gift.
{  The large maple chair with its deep cushions, the various odd
. chairs and low stools add a comfortable and homey atmosphere
 Y I to the Big House living room.
‘ I would be remiss, indeed, if I failed to mention Mrs. Breck-
,4 inridge’s chair by the library table just as you enter the terrace
i door. It was after the operation on her broken back in Boston
-  in 1938, and she had returned months later to Wendover, that
  the Frontier Nursing Service Staff presented it to her. It is not
 = a huge chair, but is overstuffed, low and comfortable. It seems
 Y to open its arms to her when she comes down to tea each after-
 »L noon. Even guests sense that it is "special" for it is seldom that
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one lingering expectantly near has to be tactfully guided to  Q
another seat. It is the seat of honor and we all respect it as such,  
for Mrs. Breckinridge is the heart of Wendover. i
Family pictures are evident in this old living room and it  
is nice to know "who’s who" within their frames. That of Mrs.  
Breckinridge’s beloved Breckie is on the bookcase just behind if
the terrace door; and over by the stairs to the right is her  
nephew, John Cabell Breckinridge, at the age of two and a half,  
astride a horse, and taken at his mother’s old homestead, Haw-  
thorn, in the Shenandoah Valley. Atop the bookcase behind the  if
library table are the likenesses of her two brothers, Carson and  
Clifton in their uniforms of the First World War. Separate pic-  J
tures of her parents hang to the left of the staircase. They were  
taken at the time of the Coronation in Moscow when her father  
was Minister to Russia. It is a known fact that he wore knee J 
breeches, long silk stockings and pumps, but, at his direction, E
his picture is three quarter in length and nothing shows below  
the knees. Her mother’s gown, as shown in her picture, was 2
made by Redfern in Paris—a lovely old rose creation, shot with  
silver and completed with a long dark green velvet train lined in
the rose. The small picture on the bookcase near the Dog Trot
door is that of The Reverend Alexander Francis, a Scottish min-
ister of the British-American Church the Breckinridge family  
attended while in Saint Petersburg. They were so deeply attached  Q
to him that he became a life-long friend and in later years visited g 
their island home, The Brackens. Y M
The wooden plate that hangs behind the Terrace door, intri-  
cately carved with Russian lettering, coat of arms and dated  Q
1897, was brought by Mrs. Breckinridge’s mother from Russia.  
On the wall between the fireplace and the French doors V 
opening onto the porch are two beautiful Chinese scenes embroid- .
ered on rice paper. Some years ago, a Chinese doctor presented T
them to Mrs. Breckinridge after visiting here. At the time they {
were not framed. It was later that one of our trustees, Mrs. p
H. F. Stone, saw them, and with the permission of Mrs. Breck- il
inridge, took them to New York and had them framed to bring g
out all their exquisite artistic beauty. We learned they were  l
over 150 years old. The paper on which the work was done is 1  (‘l
still pure white. All trace of communication with the lovely little  it
lady who gave the gift was lost when China fell to the Commu-  ,
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 Q nists, yet these pieces of Chinese art are there as a memorial to
; the happy hours she spent as our guest.
i The unusual pair of brass candle sticks with the little bell
Q-_, that really tilts and rings mounted in the base of each, were given
i Mrs. Breckinridge years ago by a friend.
,~ While in France with the American Committee For Devas-
  tated France Mrs. Breckinridge made a lasting friendship with ~
  Dr. René Lemarchall and his family. The doctor was then Presi-
 , dent of the Medical Syndicate of the Department of the Aisne
 , and became her fast friend. It was years later that Jim Breck-
  inridge, Mrs. Breckinridge’s nephew, was sent to France as head
 { of the Embassy Guard and through the effort of his devoted
 ” Aunt, became friends with Pierre, son of the Lemarchalls.
  Pierre’s hobby was painting on glass and it was he who sent the
 ~ beautiful work that hangs above the bookcase over by the porch.
E It is done on three pieces of glass, giving it a three dimensional
  appearance—quite a lovely thing, indeed.
Q  The Sermon on the Mount—that beautiful photograph that
  hangs over the desk, too, has its story. Mrs. Breckinridge’s
mother visited the famed Dresden Galleries, saw the painting and
so admired it, that she bought the lovely reproduction. This was
when Mrs. Breckinridge was in her teens. All through the years
  it has been a family possession. Just as her mother loved it, our
 [ Mrs. Breckinridge loves it, and it is there that we might all share
  in its symbolic beauty.
 J On the desk are two small medallions in bas relief, one of
 J Miss Anne Morgan, the other of Mrs. Anne Dike. Miss Morgan
 j was the great chief under whom Mrs. Breckinridge served in the
i American Committee for Devastated France. Mrs. Dike was
 J second in command.
 “ Hours of enchantment can be spent pouring over the guest
I books kept in the drawer of this desk for they go back to the
beginning of time—FNS time, that is. It is interesting to find
F signatures of guests from all over the world and from every
Y State in the Union and often it is a surprising pleasure to come
across the name of a friend whom you never suspected of having
» T visited Wendover. One could sit and dream of all the Wendover
  guests through the years gathered together at a reunion. What a
-i  magnificent and colorful assemblage it would be!
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arched staircase and holds a Christmas cactus which sometimes Qi,
blooms as late as Easter.  
Ah—the newel post, better known by all who have lived at 1
Wendover as the "mule" post—even it has a history worthy of W
telling. Couriers are often asked to write a story of their experi- ’i
ences. Some years ago one of our young couriers, busily  
engrossed with her contribution, looked up and asked how to  
spell newel—like in newel post. Another courier looked a bit
astonished as she answered in her soft, sweet young voice  
"M U L E." Mr. Webster’s dictionary had to be brought out and  V
consulted before she could be convinced the word was NEWEL  =
instead of MULE. And so, that post at the foot of the stairs ”
that holds all the messages, mail, books, folders,——in fact, just g
any old thing that needs to go up to Mrs. Breckinridge, is lovingly 3_ 
known as the "mule" post. Just as it is a permanent part of the  ‘
staircase, so is the "petri;tied cigar" that rests perpetually there.  
Mrs. Breckinridge found the strange formation years ago and e
was so fascinated by its shape and appearance, that it has served  V
as a paper weight ever since. 3
The late Mr. Bethel B. Veech of Louisville, visiting Wendover
on one particular occasion, noticed one corner of the room had a 1
dark appearance. He told Mrs. Breckinridge he was going to ‘
send her something to brighten that corner between the door `
into the Dog Trot and the stairway. When the glorious picture 5 
of the Kentucky cardinal arrived, it was the perfect gift. _‘ 
The beautiful old Russian samovar on the bookcase in this  
corner was brought by Mrs. Breckinridge’s mother from Saint  j
Petersburg.  —
The late Mrs. Waring Wilson gave the Frontier Nursing  j
Service the pretty orange vase on the corner of the bookcase to  y
the right of the stairs. The tall candle sticks and crystal hurri—  
cane lamp on this same bookcase are also gifts and add still more
charm to this lovely old room. J i
Our thoroughbred Guernsey bull, Monterey F. Frontiersman,
presented to the Frontier Nursing Service in 1959 by Mr. and
Mrs. Howard J. White of Delaware, won honors before he even i
reached us at Wendover. Enroute here from the East, at the age . F
of eight months, he was entertained at the University of Ken-  
tucky at Lexington for four months. At the age of one year, he  
_ was entered in The Kentucky Guernsey Breeder’s District Show  
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  at Lexington and received not only blue ribbons and purple
if rosettes as Junior Champion and Grand Champion of the Show,
9 but the two silver trophies displayed atop this same bookcase.
ip,) The stuffed turkey was the first shot by Mrs. Breckinridge
3 in the forests of Oasis Plantation in Mississippi. She was just 19
I at the time and the young man who hunted with her was so proud
  of her kill, that he sent it to New Orleans to be mounted and
presented it to her. Each Christmas a string of pearls is hung
  around its neck. Keeping close company with the turkey is the
  mounted duck shot by her older brother at the age of 12 while
 V hunting with his father along the Potomac River. The head of
A the salmon, with its wide open eyes, was caught by her father
 _ near the Artic Circle in Finland.
 K The picture of the ship is one on which her brother, James
 ` Carson Breckinridge, served as a young marine. She thinks it
  was the Alabama.
 p Near this picture is a framed campaign poster showing pic-
  tures of Mr. James Buchanan and Mr. John C. Breckinridge,
{ grandfather of our Mrs. Breckinridge. They were the successful
candidates for the respective oflices of the Presidency and Vice-
Presidency of the United States for the term 1857-1861. On the
` poster is the motto "One Country, One Constitution, One Destiny."
. The oblong match boxes of hammered metal, seen in several
 - parts of the room, are very interesting for they are hand-made
_‘  and date back to the kerosene lamp era when matches were real
matches in size and substance and a very necessary item in
 ,i every room.
l An engraving of the stag hound, Odin, painted by the
 i famous British artist, Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, has a promi-
  nent place above the library table. This life-like engraving is
  well over seventy years old and attracts much admiring attention.
The long library table, itself, was made years ago from
( Wendover’s own black wahiut trees by our good friend, Mr.
Oscar Bowling. It is the one spot in the room where Brownie’s
beautiful seasonal arrangements of flowers, leaves and fruit
{ are displayed to exceptional advantage. Anything new and inter-
 »,, esting to be shared by everyone at Wendover usually Ends a
  place on the library table. At Christmas time, a tub shaped,
  handleless basket made of twined rope of reed, holds the many
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bers. This unusually pretty basket was sent the Frontier Nurs-  
ing Service years ago by Mr. Palmer, then in Middlesboro, filled lil
with food delicacies and has been used year after year for this i
special purpose. The lower shelf of our library table is filled li}
with magazines and the album of FNS post cards can always  
be found there. V
Among the lovely items of other years which has been the
object of many comments is the old kerosene lamp (now con- Fl
verted to electricity) that stands on this table. It has the appear- E,
ance of a pair of scales with its quaint old fashioned lamp on ‘
one side and balancing reserve kerosene bowl on the other. The _
crystal hurricane lamps on the bookcase above this lamp, came i
from The Brackens. 1
Behind the terrace door there hangs an achievement award  
presented to Mrs. Breckinridge by the Lions Club of Hyden "in  
recognition of her devotion and service to others." Another Q
award, a silver pitcher, bears the inscription, "The Kentucky A,
Press Association—Kentuckian of the Year 1952—presented to p
—Mrs. Mary Breckinridge." A
This charming room is iilled with the spirit of the past, the
present and the future. Memories of other years have been felt ;
and shared, exciting current affairs freely discussed and hopes
and dreams for the future longingly expressed within its four ,
walls. While time after time after time footprints have been  
erased and the floors polished over and over again, the imprint ii
of the personalities who have sojourned in this room will live {
forever——deeply embedded in the life of Wendover. i
A HORSESHOE NAIL A
For the want of a nail the shoe was lost. {
For the want oi a shoe the horse was lost. A
For the want ot the horse the rider was lost.
For the want oi the rider the battle was lost.  
For the want oi the battle the kingdom was lost. i
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
—Traditiona1, probably 17th century. ,  
This version is one we have known by heart .
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Ay] CHRISTMAS EVE BABY
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U Nurse-Midwife in Charge of Caroline Butler Atwood Nursing Center
  As we were about to set off on calls early Saturday morning
E, —the day before Christmas—one of our expectant fathers
  arrived at the Center informing us that his wife was a little bit
l` "sick." We told him we’d be straight up the creek to check her.
We had decided previously to share this midwifery case as we
j hadn’t had a home delivery at Flat Creek for several months.
" Most of our mothers had been asked to go to the hospital for
l. delivery for various reasons.
{ Quickly we gathered together our delivery "tricks," loaded
Q them and ourselves into the jeep, and started on our way up Flat
T Creek. We had been having a spell of cold, snowy weather but
A it was warmer and raining so the roads were snowy, icy and
A muddy. With careful, slow driving we had no trouble and soon
j reached our destination. Nancy greeted us warmly and, after
an examination, we decided she was in premonitory labor. She
said she had had a few pains in the night. We had planned to
_ do a number of visits together and deliver several Christmas
gy bags to families who could not get down to the party the previous
{1 week; but we told Nancy we would make only a few of the
j important ones and be back to check her in a few hours.
QT We visited a mother with nine-day-old twins who had
:‘ returned from Hyden Hospital the day before, and found all well
p and the mother very happy to be home before Christmas with
» her new babies. We soon completed our necessary rounds, wish-
· ing everyone a "Merry Christmas" and telling them we couldn’t
stay as we were happily awaiting a Christmas baby.
Q We stopped by the Center for a quick lunch before returning
to our midwifery patient. Just as we finished, Jim arrived and
5 said he thought his wife was really "sick" this time. We had left
E our delivery bags ready at her house, so we jumped into our
l jeep and off we went.
. , Nancy was in true labor; and, with two of us, we soon had
w the patient ready for delivery, the bed fixed, a good hot fire in
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was so glad to behaving her baby before Christmas and we were I
so thrilled to be having a Christmas Eve Baby, that we don’t  l
know who was happier.  
Just over two hours after our arrival, a lovely little girl was Q
born, crying immediately. Everything went very well and Nancy (
was so good that there couldn’t have been two more pleased  
nurse-midwives. Nancy’s mother—in—law, who had helped many i"
a baby come into this world in her day, gave us a welcome helping
hand and was just as pleased as we were. ,
In a short time, mother and baby were bathed and com-  `
fortably settled down for the night. Although the baby arrived i
two weeks before we expected her, she weighed iive and one-half · 
pounds and quickly adjusted to her new environment.  »
After a sustaining snack of coffee and cake, we headed home  ji
and finished our own Christmas Day preparations, remembering  i
the Blessed event that had taken place so many years before—  2
the birth of Jesus Christ, Lord and Saviour of all mankind. ‘
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SIMPLY WHAT WAS IN HIM  I
"Children," said the teacher, while instructing theclass in  
composition, "you should not attempt any flightsof fancy, but  
simply be yourselves and write what is in you. Do not imitate  T
any other person’s writings or draw inspirations from outside  
sources." . 2
As a result of this advice Johnny Wise turned in the follow-  
ing composition : _ - ?’
"We should not attempt any flites of fancy, but l
write what is in us. In me thare is my stummick, lungs, l
hart, liver, two apples, one piece of pie, one stick lemon €
candy and my dinner." _ , L A _ . i l
V —From the BaZtimore—‘Ameri0an  Q
Sent us by a friend  
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 i MY IMPRESSIONS AS A JUNIOR COURIER
{ by
Qi MATHILDE M. HUNTING
From Rochester, New York
  When Miss Lewis wanted an article by a summer courier for
_ the Bulletin, I volunteered, on impulse really, because I love to
~ write. Then later as I tried to think of something to center a
 . story upon, I was at a loss. I couldn’t hit upon any one thing
é that stood out. Kentucky, the FNS, and all the people I met
  seemed to fit together in a perfect combination, so I decided
; to wait and perhaps I would get some inspiration at some other
 I time. Now, Colby is in full swing and in a way, Kentucky seems
 ' worlds away. Often, though, I have found myself thinking of
  all I saw and did in those six weeks. At a college concert the
 I other night, I suddenly realized that my thoughts centered
  around the same four things: the earnestness of everyone at
T  Wendover, the dedication of the nurses, the haunting loveliness
, of the hills, and the children.
  At first, I was somewhat uncertain about my impressions of
 " Wendover but as the days wore on, I realized what was expected.
j  There is an independence which I liked there that lends itself
  to self—assertion. Also, the longer I was in Wendover, the more
  I could vision and appreciate what a thing Mrs. Breckinridge has
*  started. How unique the FNS is and how marvelous!
 ‘ Not until I went to a center could I grasp the real meaning
  of the FNS work. When I think of the FNS, I think most of Wolf
 , Creek where I spent almost two weeks. Somehow, as a courier,
E; I felt closer to the work of the FNS and to the life of the moun-
. tain people there than had been possible at Wendover. Wendover
had prepared me well however, for there is an awful lot to do
_   at a nursing outpost center! As I watched the nurses with whom
  I went out on district, I thought that in this hard and exciting
work was the heart of it all and that the years could not have
  changed too much of it. Here as always, was service, love, grati-
”i tude, and duty . . . here was life, the very life of life.
  Part of my recollections of those six weeks brings back
 ‘ memories of the hills themselves. They are simple but lovely.
‘ Their ruggedness has shaped a way of life and anybody who has
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ever seen them knows why. I have very vivid memories of driving  ,
"Jet" up a steep and long "holler" after a minature storm and  
I could hardly forget the Wolf Creek road. Still, what I remem-
ber most is the mist that I so often saw. I have seen few sights ti
that were so beautiful and unearthly as those Kentucky moun-
tains veiled in mist. i
And the children are unforgettable, like all children, so ?
natural and cute. The expressions of every kind that I remember  _
on some of the childrens’ faces, I haven’t forgotten. Born to their  ,
way of life, still, they are the future. Through them, the FNS  
can work for better conditions as also every Kentuckian and  
indeed, every American should concern himself to do.  V
As for what being a courier and part of the FNS did for me,  
words are rather inadequate. I saw another way of life, another L
type of country, worked in a truly great organization, and learned  A
a great deal both from experience and from those who taught ;
me so much. I am not quite the same girl who left for Kentucky  V
in August, for six weeks with the FNS left lasting and maturing ’
impressions. For this and for everything, I am deeply grateful.  
UNCLE JAMIE’S PICKLES  ,j
% pk tomatoes (8 pounds) 2 oz. tumeric ` 
25 cucumbers cut fine % oz. powdered cinnamon  A
12 large onions cut fine 2 oz. celery seed A
2 large cabbages cut fine 1 lb. sugar  
1% gal. vinegar 2 oz. black pepper  
1 pt. horseradish */2 oz. mustard seed K
Mix layer of salt, layer of vegetables. Let stand 24 hours. {
Drain well. Soak in % vinegar and LQ water solution for V2 day. . i
Add all seasonings and vinegar and boil until done—approxi- l
mately 1 hour. Stir occasionally. Put mixture in a crock and  
weight it down with a saucer. I I
—Contributed by the Beasleys  
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