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, A Letter We Cherish The Children of
Ig John H. Bowling 42
é A VVinter Baby Anne Curry 27
is "Although my feet . . ." (Verse) 2
i An Easter Baby Anna May January 7
1 { Beyond the Mountains 39
  t Bits From a Letter Home Mable Turner 25
§   Confluence Revisited Anne Cundle 9
  t Field Notes 44
§ Icy Exits Kate Ireland 4
  Old Courier News 11
Z Old Staff News 29
\ Our Mail Bag 38
Rellections (Verse) Frances E. Brown 26
"The Year Ahead . . ." Savory 3
Wendover Big House in Winter A Photograph Inside Back Cover
I "Wise Giving" 24
An Answer to Inquirers 6
‘ ‘ Anne Boleyn Modern Maturity 47
2  Epitaph 28
ji Example of Inflation Allan M. Trout 6
5 Macaroni and Cheese The Countryman 37
  Sayings of the Children Mrs. Francis Brewer 8
  Tax Your Memory Modern Maturity 10 V
 ; The Care of the Unborn Child M. F. Ashley Montague 47
  The Triplets A Photograph 23
 —· White Elephant 43

Alrhougli my 1°66+ may n6y6r walk your ways,
No o+lw6r 6y6s will lollow you so lar; Q
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Wli6n +l·i6 world knows you lor +lw6 man you ar6.  
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W6 may nol lar6 *rog6ll*16r, you and l.  
Bul, llwouglw +lw6 palli lo l:am6 b6 sl66p and blind,  
Walk slrong and s+6adlas+ly b6lor6 mankind.  
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S+6ad1°as’r and slrongly, scoring n6ar succ6ss, iii
l_S¤lGI'1`l"l'O o+h6rs —— lo yours6l1°s6v6r6. K
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God knows all oll16r 'l:GllUI`G l could bl6ss
Tlrial s6n+ you back lo lind your w6lcom6 li6r6. `
—From a N6wspap6r Clipping ol: $om6 60 Y6ars Ago  
Aullwor Unknown G

· "THE YEAR AHEAD . . ."
This exquisite picture and poem was sent us by Canadian
'I friends as a Christmas card in 1942. There was no way at that
gn time of communicating with Savory. We wanted so much to
_ share it with our readers that we used it as a cover for a 1943
Bulletin. We asked our English courier, Alison Bray, to do some
research in England and get permission for us to use the cover
Q again. We print herewith Mr. Harry Savory’s deeply kind letter
{G of permission.
 pl Bristol, England
  26th March, 1962
.  Dear Miss Bray,
  I was very interested to receive your enquiry this morning
5 with enclosure showing a well-remembered cover design. During
  the Second World War Savory’s made a special bid to publish
A words and designs that would contribute in some degree to lift
  morale and keep our people in good heart during the dark days
Q of the earlier years of the War. I was in charge of all the editorial
ji side and had collected many wonderful and heartening quota-
  tions and verses. I was greatly helped to that end too by the
i enthusiastic cooperation of some of our artists who were inspired
I by the same idea. For instance Mrs. Rees who did the drawing
on this cover (the name at foot) was a farmer’s wife. She still
lives near Stamford. Missv.Balfour who did the verses was an
inspired woman. Those were the days!
T Well—Savory’s closed down at few years back. They were
I not "taken over." We found no one to take on the specialised
hand—produced work we were doing. Your friend is entirely free
, to make use again of this design. I am only too happy that after
20 years and in the times——so changed-—that we now live in-
, and specially with the American link behind it—it is still felt
=  that the design with its message holds something for today.
  "Blessings on the Frontier Nursing Service" is what I say.
fg ‘ Yours sincerely,
  Harry Savory

1cY Exrrs  
by E/I
Courier and Trustee I,
"More snow and ice forecast——roads hazardous in Eastern ol
Kentucky." Such have been our weather reports for this past .
winter. Only necessary trips outside of the mountains have been
planned, but many have been delayed or cancelled. Within one v‘|
week we had three absolutely necessary trips.  
On Thursday, January 24, Judy Cundle had to leave the FNS T
for England (this was on very short notice due to a sudden illness I
in her family). The Lexington Travel Center quickly made reser- I
vations from Lexington to England, but it was our responsibility
to get her to Lexington. Our original plan had been for one of Q
the couriers to drive Judy to Lexington, but the roads were im- y
passable for cars. Obviously, then, she would have to take the q
Black Brothers Bus from Hyden, but to our consternation NO Z
buses were running. Judy by this time was beginning to despair Y
of ever getting on her way——when suddenly, as I was gazing out  
of the window for an inspiration, along the Wendover Road came Q
slowly into view an enormous truck loaded with hay. The I,
driver informed us that the roads were kind of slick, but he had J
traveled all night from Dayton, Ohio, and his only worrisome `
moment was when a Greyhound bus-——the one between Hazard Q
and Lexington——alm0st ran him off the road. Immediately we  
had a solution. I would drive Judy to Hazard in "Pat Ball," ‘$
weighted down with concrete blocks, and then put her on the *1
Greyhound for Lexington. It was a long, cold trip, but she reached r
Lexington in time to catch her plane and begin the trip to , _
England. ·
There was no way to postpone it, Brownie had to be in ;
New York by Monday night, when she was to have dinner with I
the New York Chairman prior to the annual meeting the fol-  
lowing day.  
Peggy Elmore had hoped to drive her to Lexington on Sun- Y
day, but the icy roads proved to be too dangerous for car travel,  ‘.I
and, of course, no buses were running from Hyden. Once again  it
"Pat Bal1" rose to the occasion and Brownie, Anne Cundle, and I  ij

*: set off for London (about 50 miles) where we hoped to find the
  Greyhound buses running.
ii The roads were icy but we had no trouble with the 4-wheel
,1 drive to help us.
5 We arrived at London well ahead of the scheduled time for
’ the bus to leave. We heard that buses were running that day
I and after some lunch drove around to the bus station to await
its arrival. We waited—and we waited—no sight nor sound of a
,`! bus—a slight note of panic began to creep in as we watched the
l   minutes ticking by.
_A Maybe the planes were flying—it was a beautiful day and
C perfect flying weather, so giving up all thought of bus travel, we
took off for the airport only to find the runways were covered
. in ice and snow, and no planes were landing there. Back into
  London again. Should we try to drive the 85 miles to Lexington
~ in "Pat Ball" ‘?—No, we never would have time to make the train.
I Maybe we could hire a car ?
i No one could help us on this idea. Finally a solution pre-
R sented itself in the shape of a taxi driven by a Mr. C. Cress who
  was accompanied by his wife. The last we saw of Brownie on
‘ her trip north was a hand waving from the window of the fast
I disappearing taxi.
` We heard later that she arrived at the station one minute
  before the train was due to depart.
  The final trip was my own. Tuesday night’s weather reports
f were ominous and Wednesday dawned true to prediction-—light
W snow and dark clouds. There weren’t any planes flying in Eastern
‘ or Central Kentucky. I resigned myself to a delay and made
,, reservations for Thursday, but Thursday I had to leave. Beau-
' tiful clear blue skies and no snow but very cold. Piedmont Air-
; lines said my flight would probably be landing in London, but
* just before I left Wendover, the airport called to say the sched-
  uled planes were not landing as only a short section of the run-
 fY way was cleared. So then I arranged for a rented car to be at
id the airport and I would drive to Lexington. Anne Cundle drove
 *,i me over, racing against time, and arrived at the London airport
  where I was informed that my only chance of being on time
 ij was to charter a plane. (There was enough of the runway

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cleared for a small plane to land and take off.) This I did, and  IQ
from then on my trip north was without further incident. ·
Such are the hazards and difficulties of leaving the Ken-  
tucky Mountains in winter. li
A number of our readers have ordered autographed copies E
of Wide Neighborhoods since we put a notice under this title in
our Autumn Bulletin. We have been advised by its publishers ~
that the retail price of the book has gone up 50 cents. We will p
continue to mail autographed copies postpaid to anyone, but, to
our regret, the price will be $4.50. This is all part of the inila— ·
tionary period in which We are now living!  
Something that cost $5 to buy a few years ago now costs y
$10 to repair.--Omaha World—Hemld. [
—Allan M. Trout l
Louisville Courier-Journal ‘
Saturday, January 12, 1963 J

Y; by
if Another day had about ended—a weary day that was quite
.1 ready to snuggle deeply down inside the covers of nightfall.
{ But as I returned home I found Sim patiently waiting for me
'·, with the news that Susan was right bad off.
A Off Sim and I went in Bounce (the jeep). Bounce skimmed
.` along as though he was going for a moonlight gambol on a beach
A —except that the beach was only the banks of the Middle Fork-
while I kept thinking of my climb up Blue Lick and Stony Gap
, Mountain. But Sim had been very thoughtful and had arranged
i for my transportation up the two mountains; Dobbin, the mule,
_ stood quietly waiting, one ear up and one ear down. He was a
i little on the skinny side, like me. He was saddled with a tow
sack for a blanket, the stirrups were of some form of wire, and
the girth was a bit of rope. I mounted Dobbin with no assurance
that his regalia would remain intact. Sim took the bags, for
V. Dobbin had been plowing and pulling logs all day.
  We soon came upon Dobbin’s pile of logs. "I’ll just get off,
Sim," I said.
I "No, no," said Sim, "Dobbin will scale that thar pile of logs
» all right, so don’t you worry."
J Never having done any fancy jumping, I wasn’t so sure but
, felt that Dobbin and I would be down under with the pile of logs
·" on top of us. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. We
; made it!
i The cabin was not too far off now. We were soon there.
U It wasn’t necessary this time for the little children to scurry
it for a glass of water and stand by me while I regained my breath
  from a long hike up the mountain because Dobbin had fulfilled
_ his mission very well.
  I rapidly got out my "tricks," as the mountain people say,
Q and got myself ready to meet Mr. Stork head on.
 I In about twenty minutes little Charlotte arrived with a lusty .
 , yell that defied this old world-—eyes of sapphire blue and all of
 ` seven pounds. Sim stood looking down on his little daughter.
  "She shore is pretty, ain’t she ‘?" he said.

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The mother looked with adoration on her newborn. After  
making the mother comfortable and assuring myself that all ll
was well, I prepared to give baby Charlotte newborn care. I a;
sensed a presence of someone standing in the doorway. When  
I looked up I discovered "the least one," age four, with hair the
color of marigolds and a freckled face, staring apprehensively  
at me. When he realized that I had discovered him, he raced l
over to his mother and demanded to know if I were getting l
  ready to pack little Charlotte in my bags and depart with her.  
His mother assured him that I had come to help bring the little y
sister to him and not to take her away. l
In due time, I was ready to leave. Sim assured me he would `
get Dobbin ready for me, but I declined, saying, "Oh, no, Sim. ,
Going down is much easier than coming up, and I don’t mind in
the least walking down. Anyway, Dobbin is weary."
I left the cabin nestled on the top of Blue Lick Mountain.
A full moon rode high in the sky. Wheels of stars sparkled and
glittered in the north. The redbud lifted its blushing face to the
starlight night and the dogwood seemed to bow its head of snow.
For this was the Easter season, and I remembered another who
came as a little baby to grow up and give his life for the redemp- .
tion of mankind in this world.
On my way home in Bounce, I recalled a saying by someone,
"He who looks in the face of a little child looks into the face
of God." g
[ l
Along in September a little girl rang my doorbell and asked  
to see "Dora." When I asked her what "Dora’s" last name was,  
she said shyly, and in disbelief that I could be so ignorant, “You A
know-—D0m!" Then she added in sheer adoration, "She is my  
mountain nurse and I love her." The way she said "love" carried i
her very soul into her eyes. . ~
——Contributed by Mrs. Francis Brewer  

,1 by
  ANNE CUNDLE, RN., s.c.M.
  All over the country Sabin has become a familiar name to
2 millions of families, but here—up and down the various creeks
{ and hollows—it was not so well known until very recently, and
.g then, unfortunately, many people had only heard frightening
f rumors of this new and apparently dangerous vaccine.
Y We knew that if we wanted to protect our communities from
· poliomyelitis——a tragic and crippling disease that affects all ages,
but particularly the children—we would have to try and persuade
A the majority of our widely scattered population to take the Sabin
In one of our counties, Leslie, the County Health Nurse was
taking care of the school children, but there still remained the
adults and pre-school children. Kate Ireland (resident courier)
and I offered to visit Grassy and Trace, part of the district once
taken care of by the nurses at the old Possum Bend Center at
A Confluence. It was very cold and snowing hard as we left Wen-
dover in Pat Ball (a jeep), and it took us about an hour and a
half to get to where the old Frances Bolton Nursing Center used
to be. The house and barn were torn down nearly three years
ago by the U. S. Government to create an access area for the
I Buckhorn Dam Reservoir. How strange it seemed to see a boat
= ramp where we used to ride our horses up to the pullgate! Many
Y of the old familiar homes had vanished from sight, and some
( Q had been rebuilt high on the mountain. Even Roy’s store where
‘ ‘ we used to buy many of our groceries was now high up on the
J hill, safe from a rising river.
  We asked at the store the best way to cross the river to
  Grassy and Trace and, although it was deep and wide, we made
A it to the other side without mishap. Although the scene had
  changed, the people were as I had remembered them when I had
¥ been the relief district nurse in 1957. We were welcomed every-
 · I where with genuine pleasure and warm hospitality, and every
  family spoke of how much they missed the nurses and how folk
xg now had to travel many miles over rough roads to Hazard or
. l even further to Hyden for all their medical care.

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We carried the Sabin vaccine packed in ice and the tin of  
sugar lumps to each house, and found many people who had kl
previously refused even to consider taking this new kind of il
"shot" were more than willing to cooperate once they understood  
what it was all about. Kate had her explanation word-perfect L
and, as I was only_ able to croak due to a cold, she Was able to L
answer all their queries and usually succeeded in winning them
We took time out when we reached the Perry County line at  
the head of Trace to drink our hot coffee and eat some sand- l
wiches. It was about 5:30 p.m. when we returned to Wendover, —
very cold but elated with our success. p ,1
The following day was bitterly cold, but the sun was shining A
in a clear blue sky, and everywhere was perfectly beautiful-
especially lovely were the bare trees clothed in ice and sparkling
in the sunlight. I was glad we had remembered to take along my I
general nursing bags as there was a little boy at one house who
had fallen and cut his foot. This was soon taken care of with
a dressing and a bandage. Then we saw a baby with a very bad T,
cold, and also obviously in need of vitamins. Another little boy QA
had been coughing for a week, and an old lady needed a refill of
her medicine which had been prescribed by our Medical Director. I
She had no way of traveling the icy roads to Hyden. All these  
and others we were able to help, and they were more than grate-
ful to us.  
By the end of the third day we had visited every family on I
Grassy and Trace, and had only a very few people refuse to take I
the Sabin vaccine. We promised to try and return later with l
Type II of the vaccine, and we are both looking forward to visit-   {
ing once again our old friends in the Confluence district. E
"And now, gentlemen," continued the congressman, "I wish _ I
to tax your memory?  "
"Good heavens," muttered a colleague, "why haven’t we g
thought of that before '?"  w
-—M0dco·n Maturity, J une-July, 1962

i   Edited by
_ From Mrs. John DeMaria (Anne Kilham) , Providence,
` Rhode Isla.nd—November 30, 1962
i On November third John DeMaria of Rehobeth, Massachu-
  setts, and I were married in Putney, Vermont. We have just
i returned from a wonderful trip to Italy and Greece. (See
Q Weddings.) _
_} I am painting now. Selling quite a few pictures and enjoying
it thoroughly. John works for Chemical Products Corporation
in East Providence, only a few miles from Rehobeth.
From Mrs. Ranlet Miner, Jr. (Beth Kidd), St. Paul,
Minnesota—December 6, 1962
‘, We are loving our life in Minnesota. It was just a year ago
" that we got out of the Marine Corps. We returned to Rochester
and Ranny began work on his MaSter’s in History, while I worked
z at my old Alma Mater. He was offered a job teaching here in
  Minnesota at an independent school, The St. Paul Academy, and
° decided to take it. We are the proud owners of a little house,
» and Ranny is enjoying his teaching experiences immensely.
V Minnesota is a lovely state, and we find the Twin Cities all we
1 hoped for, and all we looked for in community living.
  I have seen Mathilde Hunting a few times since her visit
1 with you in ’61. We have compared notes and pictures, and she
E tells me she is hoping to get back down in the summer of ’63.
j Some day I will come back for a visit, I do so want Ranny to
‘ meet you all and vice versa. He has heard so much of you and
  the Frontier Nursing Service.
  From Mrs. Edgar Butler (Sally Taylor), Hartford,
t  .· Co11necticut—December 9, 1962
 E, We just heard yesterday that our Judy’s fiancé made the
 F. U. S. Biathlon Team and will be sent with four other team mem-
, bers and three coaches from Alaska to Germany on December

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18th. Judy is going to do substitute teaching and some skiing U
this winter. We expected our son Bill home from France for ._
Christmas, but the U. S. Army says "no leaves." Ted is still ~
home with us, thank goodness.  
From Emily Alexander, Bernardsville, New Jersey J
-—December 10, 1962  
I do think of you so much and miss you a great, great deal.  
And, I have spent much time telling people here about you all
down there for it gives me enormous pleasure to do so and it is I
a manner of vicariously reliving all the wonderful times, as well _
as the scary ones, of this past summer.
From Mrs. James B. Ware (Emma Coulter), A
St. Louis, Missouri——December 19, 1962
We rented a camper last summer and put it on the company .
pick—up truck and went off to the Seattle Fair via Wyoming —
Ranch, Glacier Park, and then San Francisco, Pebble Beach, and ·
home. We had too many people in the truck and one car (No, No, I
the triplets did NOT go!) We had three kids and a friend of I
Nina’s and a Japanese doctor who had been in the United States
for six years and we thought he had better see something of
the country besides St. Louis before he went back to Japan.
From Victoria (Vicky) Coleman, McLean, Virginia  
—Christmas, 1962 *
Life as a "school marm" is pleasant and it’s grand to be at
home. As for next year, who knows—I’m thinking of heading  
back across the seas again.  
From Eleanor S. (Maudie) Canham, Dedham,  2
Massachusetts—Christmas, 1962  
I miss you all very much—people, horses, dogs, cats, and v_
cows. I am starting at Hickox Secretarial School on January  
7th, taking typing and Gregg shorthand.  il

From Mrs. Charles L. Brown (Kirby Coleman),
-. Raleigh, North Carolina——Christmas, 1962
  Enjoyed hearing about Mrs. Breckinridge. She is truly
  amazing. Our life is busy and full. All three of our children
I are in school now. We spend our summers at our house in Blow-
j ing Rock, North Carolina, and we’re all going to try skiing there
{ for three days after Christmas. I’m the only one who has been
jh on skis, and that’s been 16 years! They’ve got a ski tow and
Y snow machine up there.
. Did I tell you about the camping trip we took on horseback
with a trailblazer group in the Colorado mountains a year ago'?
_ Our oldest boy, eleven, went with us. So I still get on a horse
` From Ellen Ordway, Lawrence, Kansas—Christmas, 1962
It has been a very busy and very eventful year for me, I am
happy to relate. I like it that way. I passed the "qualifying
exams" at the first of the year, so was able to look ahead to
’ somewhat clearer sailing. Shortly after, it was rumored that
the Entomology Department would be taking a collecting trip
_ to Costa Rica during the summer. Of course, I was one of the
first to sign up, and was promptly given the task to help organ-
ize it. After three months of visas, permits, passports and prob-
lems, the trip fell through at the last minute. But not to be
outdone by this manoeuvre, I decided to take all our equipment,
, passports, permits etc. and what was left of our group (three
  others), and head south anyway for a two-month collecting trip
;* to the back roads of Mexico. Although July to September is
I supposed to be the rainy season south of the border, we had
ideal weather and were able to collect a great deal of interesting
  material in spite of the drought. It was a good trip with the
  beautiful and changeable scenery, and the quiet, friendly and
j inquisitive people to keep you company wherever you went. We
 N purposely covered less ground this year, going only as far south
I as Acapulco. But after two months of tents and sleeping bags,
  I must admit a hot bath, a real bed and a permanent camp in
, Lawrence did feel good. Getting back just in time for the fall
  semester, I was eager again to settle down for the last long
  haul of writing and research needed to finish my tour of duty

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here. By the end of this year I hope to have two and maybe ¥
three papers in press, two of them the direct result of the sum—
mer in Mexico. Of course, the subject will be on bees.  Q
From Mrs. Frank R. Little (Sally Foreman), Mill Valley, il
Califor11ia—Christmas, 1962 i {
Frank and I think of our visit to you a year and a half ago  
so often, and hope that we can make it again soon with the
children. "
Karen is now six and a half, enjoying first grade and, amaz-
ingly enough, learning to read by leaps and bounds. After the
New Year, she will begin riding lessons—her dearest love—so in
1979 or so, maybe another courier will be coming your way. She
loves the Bulletin which we read together and eagerly await its
Rick is a typical three and a half year old boy—very ener— Q
getic, rough and tumbly and most exhausting but full of fun- =
his saving grace. ‘
From Mrs. George G. McAnernay (Doris Sinclair), »
Contoocook, New Hampshire—Christmas, 1962
This year finds us in the real backwoods of New England. 9
George has a new job, and we moved up here in August. We (
are getting settled in for a long winter, and think we’ll like it.
From Mrs. Samuel Newsom (Sylvia Bowditch),  
Mill Valley, California-—Christrnas, 1962 AJ
We took the children by train to visit Mother last summer
in New Hampshire, and it gave our iifth grader an idea of the
size—at least the width of our country—for her geography this
year! We all thoroughly enjoyed the trip. Next spring my hus- !
band has been asked to lead a garden tour of Japan and I’m  4
hoping to go along too.  
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From Mrs. Robert F. Muhlhauser (A11n Danson) ,  
Glendale, 0hio——Christmas, 1962  
Sandy and Rick will soon be home and the house will be  l
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Z gay with young voices once more. We can hardly wait. We had
a nice trip east in November to attend "Father’s Day" at Taft
 g (Rick’s school). Sandy joined us from Wellesley and we had a
  fun week-end. Saw Rick play football in the mud. The only way
!* we could pick out Rick was by his run, walk, or by the way he
1 { stood! Taft won, which made it all worthwhile.
1} ....
{ From Mrs. Samuel E. Neel (Mary Wilson),
" McLean, Virginia—Christmas, 1962
I hope that 1963 will bring me back into your midst. We
are all very well and oh so busy! Amy is about to finish high
school and James is working and living at home. Marion Shouse
Lewis was here over Thanksgiving and I saw her twice. Also
enjoy glimpses of Vicky Coleman.
Z From Mrs. McGhee Tyson Gilpin (Catharine Mellick) ,
  Boyce, VifgiIli3»—ChI'lStIH3.S, 1962
My Christmas feelings and spirit always seem to start with
memories of Wendover during the Christmas season. I believe
· I can, and do, still follow your preparations and festivities at
Wendover for all those mountain families. I will never forget
( the year I was fortunate enough to be part of it. It is one of
p my very happiest memories. I will be thinking of you again
this year.
I We are all hale and hearty. Ty is a sophomore at Princeton.
¥ Drewdie is a junior at Concord and doing very well. Donald has
  one more year at home and Lawrence eight more years at home.
l From Mrs. Robert A. Lloyd (Sue McIntosh) ,
! Andover, Massachusetts—Christmas, 1962
, Thomas is a wonderful baby, as husky as his brothers but
  much more peaceful than they ever were, so he is altogether
 J forgiven for not being a girl.
( We’re living in Andover now, where Bob is teaching part
.= time at Andover Academy (architectural and furniture design)
 j and renting the school shop for his own furniture making. I’m
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living door to door with other faculty families. I miss our f1eld
and woods. l
From Mrs. Robert S. Rowe (Barbara Jack), tl
Dalton City, Illinois—Christmas, 1962 ‘l
I hold the Service close to my heart and do so enjoy hear- ’
ing about it through you and the Bulletin. It was a real joy to  
attend the Chicago meeting and hear Mrs. Kimbrough. ‘ ?
From Mrs. David A. Crump (Toni Harris), Cupertino, i
California»Christmas, 1962
We love every inch of the West, and are happy that we will
be spending about ten years in Cupertino. We arrived almost a
year ago today (with one case of chicken—pox—iive more child-
hood diseases to follow before April). Our house is so new and
easy to live in. I’m wondering how we ever managed without a
family room. Our landscaping plan, designed by Bonzai Nursery
free for $50.00 worth of green purchases, is seventy-five per cent —
iinished, complete with California orange trees. The pepper tree,
framed by the living room window, never looks the same twice-
waving in the breeze. I
We spent two hilarious weeks in New York late in July when
we were flown East for David to perform the wedding ceremony il
for my cousin. We attempted to see everyone we knew, and we
almost made it. Grateful thanks to all those who helped us ac- at
complish it.
Alex is into everything. He is the original cat with nine
lives! Teddy manages to exist between Alex and Elizabeth by X
clamping his thumb into his mouth and twirling his hair until
it’s knotted and he can’t retrieve his forefinger. Elizabeth, when K
she’s not standing on her head or swinging from the pepper tree,  I
goes to first grade. She is a real dynamo. Sarah spends half her 4
energy wishing she were a teen—ager and the other half trying  
to bring it about. She is a real help most of the time. I
We are intrigued and involved with this Mission, Saint Jude ,
the Apostle Episcopal Church. It is a demonstration to us of ,
real faith on the part of many who are staking their lives on it. $ 
We have a stucco farmhouse between two huge sugar-pine trees  V,
in a six-acre walnut and apricot orchard. The people are enthu- I
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siastic and create almost everything in the Mission, including an
  altar cross made of huge barn nails. The altar has been our old
 , dining room table, but will be replaced December 25 by a sturdy
Q redwood holy table, made by one of our Faithful . . . the new
¤l chasuble made from the loom of one of our own; and we have
1 an out-of-door chapel, with handhewn cross ten feet high, with
  wisteria reredos and brick ilooring—all created by a man and
1; his seven children. The Sunday School is still scattered amongst
I the family rooms of Pepper Tree Lane, and there is quite a scene
q in the tract on Sunday morning when fifty cars come rolling in
b with our 125 children.