Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in FranceStimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
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Finding Themselves: The Letters of an American Amy Chief Nurse in the British Hospital in France
Stimson, Julia C. (Julia Catherine)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Hospitals; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
Sunday evening we had one of the finest sings up in our mess that ever
anybody had. Every Major, including the two English ones, was there, and
all the young officers too, and the mess was full, and there was much
amusement, as they all tried to ask for their favorite tunes at the same
time. We used the new Y. M. C. A. service hymn-books that Aunt M. sent
and they proved most acceptable, and everybody seemed to find his or her
favorite hymn in it. I played my violin and a fine player played the
piano, and I can tell you we made the welkin ring. It was a bit hard for
me, especially when some idiot asked for “God be with you till we meet
again.” But nobody could know how badly I was feeling.
Monday was very busy all day. That evening was our usual little family
dance, which I attended. The next day I finished turning things over to
Miss Taylor, went up to Sick Sisters’ Hospital to say good-by to the
nurses up there, and the afternoon, packed. The D. D. M. S. came to say
good-by and the Acting Principal Matron, which was nice of such busy
people at such a busy time. The nurses were full of mysteries all those
last days and that afternoon I found in my room a wonderful fitted
dressing-bag, the kind my soul has always longed for. It is like a small
suitcase, is black, and has a cloth cover and is a perfect beauty. That
was from my whole family. Then the original 64 gave me a lovely little
gold mesh-purse to go on my watch chain with my other dangles. That too
was another thing I had been hoping to have some time.
I forgot to say that on Saturday evening I had talked to the 64 and told
them about my going. They were all splendid about it and are glad that I
am going to have this position which they think needs me. They told me
individually and collectively how badly they felt about my going, but
they all think it is the right thing and there has not been one murmur
or horrid feeling about it. They are giving me to the bigger cause
freely and gladly, though with truly sincere sorrow, I know. So that has
made things easy for me, in a way.
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