The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
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The Life of Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross (Vol. 2 of 2)
Barton, William E. (William Eleazar)
American National Red Cross -- Biography; Barton, Clara, 1821-1912; Nurses -- United States -- Biography
Do you have much fruit this year? I am out of patience with Europe.
I never find fruit here,--it is always a “scarce year,” they say.
Indeed, there was none in all the Rhine Valley. Little gnarly apples
are two and three cents apiece; prunes, which are only the plums which
grow here, dried, are fifty cents a pound, and I have searched the
town over without success for a little dried apple. All oranges here
are always either sour or bitter. I have nearly forgotten, but it
seems to me that we had better fruit arrangements at home. You see by
this that I am quite hungry, don’t you, or I shouldn’t write of it.
Now I think I have finished for this time. I have let my letter wait
two days and my eyes are better.
Ever your Sis
CLARA
Returning to Carlsruhe, she continued her oversight of American relief
for French destitution by correspondence, though still suffering
greatly with her eyes. She passed “some very dull weeks, very green and
shady, with exceedingly long nights”; after the acute pain was over,
she learned to write with bandaged eyes, and wrote a good deal.
Her friends Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon were in London and were not satisfied
to have her in Germany alone. They sent her peremptory orders to be
ready to accompany them when they came, as they were presently to come,
down the Rhine. She went with them, left Carlsruhe, visited Strassburg
on her last tour of inspection, and set out for London by way of Paris.
On reaching Paris, they encountered an American family by the name of
Taylor, friends of the Sheldons, who had just left London for a tour of
Italy and besought Miss Barton to accompany them. Hastily she changed
her plans, and, after six weeks’ travel in Italy, she came to London.
She had dropped her diary altogether, and her correspondence with her
relatives had nearly ceased on account of her impaired eyesight, but
in London she wrote the story of her wanderings to her sister Mrs.
Vassall. The last page is missing and the letter ends abruptly, leaving
her in Venice. The Italian tour was finished, however, and in the early
summer she arrived in London.
NO. 5 HEWSON STREET--WANREY STREET
WALWORTH ROAD
LONDON, July 5th, 1872
DEAREST SISTER:
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