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 Red Cross Supplies came along about 11:50 and had to be put away.
Miss Taylor had gone down to the lines to see the supervisors, see how
we needed to man the operating room for the afternoon, etc. Simone, the
little secretary, had been helping all morning with supplies, letters,
etc., and very quickly we got the things put away. Then a sergeant from
the O. C.’s office came to ask about a missing package of “knickers”
which should have arrived from London. He had found it and had that too
dumped in my office. As it contained some instruments that I wanted
right away, I wanted it unpacked here. Then Phil came along to share
some mail with us, but I told him he would have to come back later, for
it was just time for the O. C. to come for this morning’s interview, so
just as he and Ruth C., who had also dropped by to tell me about her
wonderful birthday mail, cleared out, along came Major Murphy. There
were several matters to take up with him, such as the possible removal
of a bed or two from several too-crowded tents, the matter of the
insufficient blankets, a little misunderstanding that some of our
American boys had had with the British Y. M. C. A. people, about which
the latter had come to see me yesterday afternoon. When the Major left,
I had to see about some notices for the nurses that I wanted them to
read at their lunch. Miss Taylor came back, Simone went off for her
lunch, and we sat a moment or two and looked at the headlines of the
two-sheet _Daily Mail_ and Paris _N. Y. Herald_ and read our home
letters.
At one we went up in a pouring rain to our lunch. We had baked beans,
cold bully beef, which is canned corn beef and not half bad, lettuce
salad, tea, bread and butter, and cheese, and stewed prunes. Miss
Taylor was to be off from 1:30 to 4:30 to go down town to do some
errands, so I came on back to the office and started some accounts,
writing of checks, etc. They were to have a big afternoon in the
operating room, but all was working out smoothly. For the next two hours
I worked steadily at my desk, acknowledging supplies, doing accounts,
and writing business letters. Simone was doing all sorts of routine
things for us on her typewriter. She is very useful and saves many steps
as well as many minutes. Miss Taylor and I have been trying to be very
punctilious about going off duty these days. She has been after me most
severely, and the only way to keep her quiet is to do as she says, so
off I go every day, alternating her.
Nov. 1, 1917.
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