[March 1939]
Dear Jess,
I hope you got to Pittsburgh for the Alliance and I hope
Helen is better from the grip. Several girls are in the Infirmary with it.
I left a black silk slip and an old bl. felt hat in my
closet. If Helen is sick please ask Abbie to wrap that up and send it to me. I
need the slip.
I like your Thank You a lot and know Bill had a kick out of
it. Had a nice letter from Ibby today. They were well and the kiddies happy. It
was her birthday the 24th—31 years. Boo’s baby had a cold in his
ears. He gets them, little lad. Louise gets lonely, but has Vi and Donald
Warner near. They have a new daughter. Here is a nice letter from Add you will
enjoy reading with news of Ted Kinsey’s marriage. Shy little Ted. He’s done
well. I hope he has a wife half as good as Mary was.
I have a dollar to last me till Mar 15—paid too many bills I
guess. I need very little but car fares are 10c to Troy and I guess you’d
better send me a little. I’ll get paid for my work when I’m through. I can’t
work any harder than I do seems to me. I have a pageant written, but it’s not
inspired yet and after I talk it over with Miss Kellas shall know better what
she wants. And the light will come. I find plenty of sleep is my best
preparation—my mind clears and thoughts converge. The eyes are better. I hope
your back is and that you are on your feet again and Helen is getting over her
grip.
Give my love to Freck. I want you to read right away “Heroes
of Thought” buy Middleton Murry an English critic. It is a wonderful book. Miss
Potswell is reading it aloud to me. It is very searching. 12 men Chaucer, Shakespere,
Cromwell, +. Don’t fail to get it.
I miss you all, but this is a lonely place to be. I’ve just begun
my work and am happy in it. I’ve been to a concert tonight.
Bishop Dallas of New Hampshire spoke to our girls Sunday.
Such a missionary talk I never heard, gentle and tender and inspiring. Spoke of
their church (any church) in which they had been reared, what did it mean to
them? What were they going to do about it? Then he told them what other girls
had done about it: a girl working in Alaska in a remote mission, another one in
Japan in these trying times holding to Christ’s way of love, another in a
mountain town in New Hampshire far from R.R. among dire poverty teaching the
Christ way. It was beautiful, practical. He was a tall dark man, about 65 I
should say, looking—I thought with a pang—what Warren Kinsey might have looked
like and been if---.
Yesterday I went out to Albany hospital to see my old friend
Blanche Felter (Hieles) who is lying very ill after an operation. We graduated
together in Newburgh, again in New Paltz, taught together in Westfield, again
in Haverford. Only by the light from her eyes would I have known her. She knew me
and said, “How wonderful you came.” Then when the nurse came could not tell her
who had brought her the red rose. All life gone by—in a flash, like that—and I doubt
if I will see her again. It is all so short, so beautiful, and seems to me I’ve
been asleep. Good-night dear—
Ab.
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