The Next of Kin: Those who Wait and Wonder — John Shaqi
The Next of Kin: Those who Wait and WonderMcClung, Nellie L.
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The Next of Kin: Those who Wait and Wonder
McClung, Nellie L.
World War, 1914-1918; World War, 1914-1918 -- Canada
"It pretty near took a war to make these English women friendly to
each other and to Americans. I lived here six months before any of
them called on me, and then I had to go and dig them out; but I was
not going to let them go on in such a mean way. They told me then that
they were waiting to see what church I was going to; and then I rubbed
it into them that they were a poor recommend for any church, with
their mean, unneighborly ways; for if a church does not teach people
to be friendly I think it ought to be burned down, don't you? I told
them I could not take much stock in that hymn about 'We shall know
each other there,' when they did not seem a bit anxious about knowing
each other here, which is a heap more important; for in heaven we will
all have angels to play with, but here we only have each other, and it
is right lonesome when they won't come out and play! But I tell you
things have changed for the better since the war, and now we knit and
sew together, and forgive each other for being Methodists and
Presbyterians; and, do you know? I made a speech one night, right out
loud so everybody could hear me, in a Red Cross meeting, and that is
what I thought that I could never do. But I got feeling so anxious
about the prisoners of war in Germany that I couldn't help making an
appeal for them; and I was so keen about it, and wanted every one of
those dear boys to get a square meal, that I forgot all about little
Mrs. Price, and I was not caring a cent whether she was doing herself
proud or not. And when I got done the people were using their
handkerchiefs, and I was sniffing pretty hard myself, but we raised
eighty-five dollars then and there, and now I know I will never be
scared again. I used to think it was so ladylike to be nervous about
speaking, and now I know it is just a form of selfishness. I was
simply scared that I would not do well, thinking all the time of
myself. But now everything has changed and I am ready to do anything I
can."
"Go on," I said; "tell me some more. Remember that you women to-day
made me promise to write down how this war is hitting us, and I merely
promised to write what I heard and saw. I am not going to make up
anything, so you are all under obligation to tell me all you can. I am
not to be the author of this book, but only the historian."
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