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
The trip down from the front was very hard. They all came by train this
time. One team after a long train trip arrived at a fair-sized coast
town at 2 P.M. The doctor tried to get a room at the hotel for the
nurse, who was dead with cold and fatigue, but all the rooms had been
taken by officers going through on their way to posts. Their train was
to go out at one A.M., so the doctor only wanted the room for the
evening for this nurse. Finally the proprietor said he would let the
nurse have the room of an officer who had gone out for the evening but
he was expected in at twelve. But that seemed fine, so the nurse had a
little rest in this man’s room, but at twelve was called, for the
officer had come back and was waiting outside the door. The rest of the
night she sat up in a freezing French railway carriage, the only woman
with her doctor, her two orderlies, and two Tommies. The Tommies and the
orderlies piled up on each other and went sound to sleep, but she and
the doctor waggled and jolted through the miserable, damp, cold night.
They reached here at one o’clock the next afternoon, and really had come
so few miles as the crow flies. How I wished for a warm bathroom and a
quiet cozy sleeping place for these weary, dirty, splendid women of
mine. But willing, eager hands brought pitchers of hot water and put
hot-water bags in little beds that are clean if small, and brought trays
of food, and now after two days both of the nurses are looking a little
less green and black around the eyes. And how glad and grateful we are
to have them back. There are two more away, and another is probably to
go soon, and she is none the less eager after hearing the tales of the
others. Major Murphy says the experience is, of course, very wonderful,
but it is brutal. He means brutal on the teams. But English men and
women have been doing this for months and months. This was a very big
push that these two teams have been through. It is a marvel to me that
human beings can stand it all.
October 30, 1917.
Dearest Dad and Mother:--
It is quite a long time since I last wrote anything more than just short
handwritten notes. It was the 14th that my last letter was dated, I
find. Since that time we have been pretty hard at work. We had very
little let-up at all for about six weeks. Our numbers have kept over the
thousand mark all along, which means for us very little time for play.
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