April 17, 1947

Thursday

Dear Doc,

I have been wanting to write you for quite some time but honestly I have been busy, really busy.  Mores. Ladies, my patients has been desperately ill.  Gosh, I thought she was a goner.  She is much better and now I can breathe easily again.  Enough about her, heavens I see her all day.  I hate special duty, never would I go on it unless to nurse a charming young man with vitality.

Jo is not at home, she is staying with Elinor in Valparaiso.  The Stevens' family has a wonderful addition.  A boy, who Jo writes is a darling.  I'm anxious to see him.  Guess I'll go down for the  week-end.

Oh Doc, let me tell you about the Roller Derby, better still I'll send the rules so you may get some idea of the game.  It's wonderful fun.  You'd love it.  Really is more exciting than the wrestling matches we attended in S.A.  It gets pretty rough when the women start slugging each other and pulling hair.  Oh boy, just my meat!  The skaters travel at a terrific rate of speed.  Oh yes, another good thing about the Derby - Beer  - plenty of good cold beer is served ---- Have you little wonder?

I surmised your letter was written with a new Reynolds "ball point" pen.  I have been trying to resist temptation to buy one but now I'm convinced.  They are too "thick".

Good heavens, Doc, you have no reason for feeling badly about the prom invitations.  I'm sure you shall have no difficulty "rounding" up a date.  Say how about "Honey"? I'd love to come but if it can't be arranged there is nothing to be done.  So I shall say no more. Have a good time and tell me all about it, if you'd like.

Hope it is nothing serious with your mother.

Explain what you mean by "I'm a damn Yankee and the blood runs deep."  I've never heard that expression.  Haven't heard about Damn Yankees since S.A.  Got this piece of so called poetry from a long lost friend who is still stuck there.  I consider it all the untruth.  Guess I'll write one on the virtues. I have plenty to say on S.A., I mean.

I must tell you about Ursula, one of the nurses.  She is a German refugee and oh, what a fine, sincere person.  Monday she and I attended the concert.  Heard the Chicago Symphony.  Was De Fauve's last concert with the orchestra and I think his best.  Saw him once before but thought he was rather dull and flat, not flat musically - but disinteresting.  (I'm having a slight difficulty with disinteresting).  The program was fine and the company superb.  We really had fun. It really is a pleasure being with her.  She know music very well, plays the piano beautifully - having given several concerts in Germany and also while she was in a concentration camp.  I tell you, man, she's fascinating.

I don't know how long I shall continue working at the sanitarium. Probably until the later of May.  Being is I really need a vacation.  Don't know what I want to do but this I know - I'm going someplace I've never been before to do something different.  Feel rather weary - which is a signal for a change.

The beer, scotch party sounds like fun.  I'm dying to go on a good stinko party.  I want to get all out of my system.  Something to compensate for the months of quiet living.  Mother had a charming little party for me when I was home, one martini and I was ready for bed. Incidentally, Doc, I am 21.  It was sweet of you to remember - you see, I read Jo's letter.  Feels no different but I can drink beer with a clear conscience. 

I'm dead - must get to bed - will write more tomorrow - Night!

Friday

Just got off duty and I've made myself very comfortable in bed so I shall continue as I am going to the Derby this evening.  Sunday is the last day so I'm going to get as much of it as I can.

Guess I've been doing a lot of photo promising so I shall submit.  These are some "right queer" ones we took while at the cottage last fall.  Was a good afternoon - very pleasant.  Jo and I were demonstrating some of wrestler Morallis's famous last holds.  That is Michael with us.  He's darling, don't you think?  Guess I was saying "peaches."

No rest for the wicked, Doc, so I will have to leave for now.  Must go down to the village before dinner.  Excuse please!

Returned and I shall try to make a favorable attempt at finishing this so as I can mail it.

It is raining - not violets either.  I got pleasantly soaked but it was good.  I enjoy walking in the rain, I have fond recollections of many fine times in the rain with you - Remember the evening we  walked to Evie's and stopped for fruit - some of Burbank's freak creations.  What was it?  Plum and something else - can't remember!  Was fun - Sometimes I think of some of the crazy things we all did and really wonder - We really did just as we pleased - not really caring what anyone thought.  That is as it should be - I'm a firm believer in doing as one thinks best for oneself.  Something or anything that will make that person happy.  Because you know, what might mean or bring happiness may not necessarily be happiness for someone else.  That is a poor way of saying what I want to say but I guess you can gather what I'm trying to convey.  Don't mean hurting others to please our own desires, because if it is a good, noble intention it will be good for us as well as others.  Heavens, how did I get started?

I've said my bit - 

Received a letter from the doctor.  He has quite a practice in progress.  For the present he has his office in the Medical Arts Bld.  You know where it is, do you not?  Same place Jo had her tonsils removed.  He is well and happy.  I'd like very much to see him.  It's unfortunate there are such few people like doctor in the sorted place we live.

Tell me, have you heard from Bill?

You asked about Ruth, she is still at Holff and Marx. In the Junior Section.  Oh boy, what a junior!  Guess she's alright, haven't heard from her - news via Evie.  She's a good kid, a lot of fun.  She certainly had some rough times.  Ah ha, Bandera - 

I really must close - Be good - Write soon

As ever

Anne

March 31, 1947

March 31

Dear Doc,

I'm specialing a feeble old lady, perhaps you remember I told you I was doing some secretarial work for her.  My fatal mistake!  As she just "adores" me and as hired me as a special, which is much to my dismay, however, if I make her day just a little more pleasant I am satisfied.  She is quite sweet - well, to get on, I have escorted her to the O.T. shop and find myself with an hour and a half which I shall spend with you.  If you have no strenuous objections.

Please pardon this horrible paper but it is all that is available.  We must not be choosy!  Mustn't we?

Your very nice letter was quite pleasing to receive this morning.  I was quite amused with your operation.  Oh dear, How I wish I could have been there.  Sounds like you had a jolly good time of it, but please, Doc, take it easy.  I can sympathize with your poor mother - What you need, Mr. Rounds is a special nurse to keep you in bed - May I apply?  Guess I ran mother ragged when I returned from the hospital.  By the way, how long were you there?  Massage the first night, huh?  Same magnetic personality, Doc, massages usually never come until later. Pardon time out to accompany Mrs. Aldis to the bathroom - Oh joy of life, at last I found you!

Now I shall continue, as I was saying, Remember my first day home, I pleaded for a steak - Mother submitted.  Boy did I have a time.  It was fun.  I think of it now and it seems quite funny. One enjoys being pampered - and I loved it.

Speaking of him, we are going home for a short visit after Easter, not being able to get off for Easter.  Oh, for some of Mother's good cooking.  Guess I told you they were going to San Antonio. No thanks!

Received letters from Doctor and he said yes, he remembers you very well and sends his best.  He is trying his "darn best" to get us to come down.  Would enjoy working with him very much and may consider a winter there.  He is a fine, fine person.

The O.T. shop is very pleasant.  Classical musical is played during each period, which makes for atmosphere.  That's for me, I am a fool for atmosphere.  Amid the piano concerto of Greig can be heard pounding, female chatter and everything else your imagination is capable of, but it is restful.  Some lovely projects are turned out daily. One of the patients is doing weaving, She is weaving some linen placemats and they are perfectly beautiful. I admire her patience.  Weaving is quite fascinating.  Jo and I are making the doctor a desk set.  Can't say when we will finish.  Fine Christmas present, I'd say.  It is a great deal of fun.  Something I've never done before.  It is amazing, the wonderful new things there are to do in this wonderful, wonderful world.

Have you seen "It's a Wonderful Life" ?  Pardon the incoherent speech, I may have asked you before - but you know, Mr. Rounds (forgive me for calling you Mr. Rounds, I'm not being formal) questions really should be answered.  Anyway, it was a very good movie.  Best I seen in a long time.  Frankly, Sorry I must leave, Dear old girl is tired so I shall finish later - Bye!

Say, Doc, let's take a vow?  Will you number your paper?  I promise to, however it will be difficult.  This is April 1st and we are waiting for Laura so I shall continue.  We are going out to one of the nurse's homes for dinner.  Wish you could go along.  She makes the best New England boil dinner I've ever eaten.  Not having ever been to N. E. I don't consider myself an authority but they are superb!  If I ever do get to N.E. I shall eat myself silly of seafood.  Also drive myself "dots" listening to the Boston Symphony.  One really must attend a concert to enjoy it at it's best.

Oh yes, my little rat, (how sweet) Let me tell you a thing or two - Speaking of operations, I believe you can say no more about your tonsils.  Did you know I had 6 stitches? 3 on each side, top that, can you?  Oh, it was painful!  Oh hell, aren't we silly - Gosh I think I'll have an operation - One finds so much to say!  Let's see, what shall I have taken out?  (That question was not meant for you, was thinking ) When I see you I shall rave on for hours!  Hypocondriatics to say the least!  

Must close, Laura is here and anxious to go.

Enclosing a sheet done the P.M. Hope you can stand this "jabbing"  Write again soon.  We enjoy your letters. Also take care yourself - you are a sick man - But you can gain weight.

As ever, 

Anne

Tuesday

Doc, while my pet takes her nap I shall continue my letter to you.  you will probably get very bored with my "moments of freedom" letters.  Guess I had better return to knitting.  By the way, are you taking orders for the snuggles? Don't forget, you promised a photo!

Listen my little rat, gosh man, where did we ever pick that up?  How affectionate, little rat - I shall tell my grandchildren about "the rat".  Second though, I won't!

Doc, tell me more about Mary.  She sounds like a wonderful girl.  I remember her by her picture very well.  I envy her taking the recent Y.H. trip.  Say, little rat, will you ask her about it?  Guess we could get some information from Monrae Smith but I'd rather get it first hand.  Jo and I are quite interested in a trip through New England, Sounds like a wonderful way to spend a summer.  Will you do that, please?  Anything relating to the Youth Hostels will be interesting.  It is a beautiful, beautiful spring day, April 1st = Boy I have the fever - and that ain't good.

Mrs. Aldis is calling - 'cuse me.

March 28, 1947

March 28

Dear Doc, 

Hello, Doc, I hope you have recovered from the operation.  Tell me, how was it?  I have been quite anxiously awaiting a letter from you tell all.

Being you have been so liberal with your correspondence Wisconsin way, I want to tell you I really do appreciate it.

Strange, no it's not strange at all but I find myself waiting for your letters.  Which is as it should be, I guess.  So, really, Doc, when you get the urge, comply -

You've mentioned it several times with ner a comment from me about the Prom, Doc, there really is nothing I'd rather do - seeing you again would be wonderful.  The Prom would be fun but you know Milwaukee is a "small voyage" to Boston and being financially unable, I shall have to say it could not be arranged.  Perhaps before then I shall land a  "sugar daddy" or perhaps strike gold or oil or something - Hell, (pardon the profanity please) why aren't you going to school in Milwaukee?  Why, Mr. Rounds?  Do you suppose we shall ever see each other again?  See no reason, why it couldn't be arranged, sometime.  Let me warn you, I no longer will be the so called good listener I was in days of old.  Frankly, I always thought quite the contrary - you were quite a fine listener yourself - Remember, Doc, the night we went to the concert, guess it was the night we heard Elman - You had just returned from furlough (or is it called leave?) and surprised me with the gardenia and of course, yourself.  Gosh, it was good seeing you then and I think it would be just a good seeing you again - or perhaps better, on second thought.

Tell me, what have you been doing?  I would like to write a longer letter however, I must get ready for church.

Write soon - won't you?

Nursing continues to be interesting work, I like it so very much.  Tell me, Doc, do you need a good nurse?  Boy, what a question - you needn't answer it -

Must dash -

My best,  

Anne

Enclose Bill's picture.  Really didn't want to keep it.  Joe just misplayed the thing - We have a fine one of Bill.  What do you hear from Mr. And Mrs. Agnes?

March 24, 1947

Wednesday

Dear Doc,

Now that we are among the "minus tonsils club" I hope you are feeling alright and have gotten over the serious operation.  Oh, what I wouldn't do to use my technique on you.  You'd have no ill effects whatsoever. I guarantee recovery.  But of course, any good nurse does, and I'm sure "Honey" will take good care of you.  I hope you are wearing your snuggles because you must caution against relapse.  They are really just what you needed.  Tell me, did they fit?  Oh, I hope they did - you didn't say both Jo and I are worried they may be too large.  Enlighten us please.

Lets see, I shall try answering some of your questions: Doctor Pyterek is still in San Antonio.  You know he is out of the Army.  (Thank God)  He is doing wonderfully well.  That is not hard to understand.  Has begun construction on the clinic he is going to open out in the Woodlawn section.  You know, the section near Thomas Jefferson High.  He is one fine person, my ideal in men.  It has been quite some time since I have sen him.  I really miss his fine wonderful talks we use to have along with the many good times.  An unfortunate thing happened to Pam recently.  She was burned someway or another but is doing fine now.  I really don't know the details as Eric was too upset to elaborate.  Skeeter is still the wild little boy he always was.  Remember the time we fed him beer?  My, were we brilliant.

As for John, I can't ever remember telling you about the incident of reading the paper in church.  I'd prefer forgetting it.  He is no longer in the family and everyone is better cause of it.  God bless him wherever he is, guess he must be married to some German lass.  His was a case of being too intelligent, can you understand that?  If you don't mind I won't go into it.  Best it be forgot.

Right now I could give a very vague report on human activity cycles.  I shall look into the subject and report to you Dr. Rounds.

You asked me what I do - Well my social life is nil except for a few dinner engagements - Attending lectures, church, reading that is about all.  Oh yes, Do you remember Dic Durham?  He was up a Bandera - the mad pilot, who strafed the ranch - well through much effort he finally got in contact with us and was down last week-end.  He is attending the U. of Minnesota.  Sends you his best as he remembered you.  The three of us went out for a fine time - Time passes so quickly one really has to ration one's time which I see is not done by you.  As long as you are kept busy that is the important thing.  One never has enough time to do everything. My what a dull life it would be.

I've been doing a great deal of reading - just finished "Wasteland" Jo Sinclair.  It is a fine book.  Think you would enjoy it.  Also "Peace of Mind" which seems will take forever to comprehend - It is one book everyone should read.  Stimulation.  One learns how important religion is for happy living. Bet you've read "The Last Puritan" by Santayan (the spelling may be incorrect excuse please)  So you see, I've been quite busy.

As for the summer, Don't think I'll be here longer than June 5th - Really have no plans after that except to roam around the country on bikes and feet - Leading a rugged life - 

Tell me, Doc, oh, never mind.  I was going to start an argument but I guess I won't disrupt this peaceful mood I am in.

The family is going to San Antonio for the "Fiesta" in April.  I am tempted to go along but I guess I won't.  I've had my fill of the town- Seeing the Doctor would be the only inducement.

I really don't know how you tolerate these letters but we all must suffer - 

Oh, good news, tomorrow Jo and I have decided to quiet a screaming family by having our portraits taken - Should be most amusing.  You have a surprise in store Mr. Rounds - We shall add you to our list - OK?

Best of luck with the operation!  Must close - time for church - Jo sends her love - 

My Best,

Anne

Write soon - your letters are not as much a bore as you think!

March 20, 1947 - From Jo

March 20, 1947

Dear Doc,

Anne mentioned that you were having your tonsils "removed" today so I find this a good time to write you to let you know that we are both thinking of you in your deep miseryaa!  I'm confident that everything went along as should, but I am deeply sorry we couldn't have been nearer to bring you bushel baskets of pretzels, potatoes chips or anything relative there of... (I am around Anne entirely too much, can't you see that I am getting just as "ratty" (your term) as she always was!)

Anne enjoys your letters so much and I might add so do I! I cannot understand why you keep insisting that your letters are dull - etc.-  Perhaps you do not truly believe that, but you do say so in order to fill up the page - regardless your letters are quite interesting and now and then we have cause to believe that you are doing some deep thinking which is damn good!

Spring vacations, gad, I've been so busy I just recently realized that the month of February had already passed!  No doubt you'll be busy every minute of your so-called "vacation" considering the schedule you mentioned in Anne's letter!  Have fun.

This happens to be my day off and "off" is as appropriate of a word that could be found in the dictionary.  It is a beautiful bright summery day out - and I feel quite happy about the whole thing except that Anne is preparing to have this day and tomorrow off at which time she'll be with my sister in Valparaiso, who mentioned quite casually that her refrigerator was stacked with thick steaks and that Carl, my brother-in-law) has the mixings for a barrel of martinis available!  The big gripe is that our Sup't of Nurses very sweetly refused to permit me to have the day off - due to the shortage of nurses which exists in our building particularly, as "Little ol' Florence Nightingale" will be at grind tomorrow again.  It seems damn funny at times to remember how I detested to conform to anything - and for the past six months that is all that I've been doing, which is an interesting fact to the extent that it proves how individuals can adapt themselves  to their immediate surrounding conditions.  Now if we had the time we might discuss just the "whys" of this business of conforming.

Anne is definitely "alerted" at the present, finding more about the human activity cycles.  Don't be too surprised if you happen to receive a barrage of information regarding this topic. We do have the references here - "at our fingertips"!

You asked about Doctor Pyterak in your last letter, here is what we know of him: It has been an extremely long time since I have seen him and had a good long heart-to-heart talk with him, and to be quite truthful having him to talk with these past months would have made many things a little easier.  The Pytereks have purchased a new home in San Antonio, an act which was compulsory due to their enlarged family, and Doctor has opened a clinic in the San Pedro section with the help of a few other doctors of course, other than that I understand that he looks wonderful in civilian clothes, simply adores his little girl, Pam, and is working like a "dog"!

It makes us both very satisfied  whenever you mention "the doctor" or say any of the fine things about him.  I always felt very pleased when I have the opportunity of having my friends meet him and his family.  He has all the good qualities that I admire in any man, honesty, generosity, kindliness, and an educated background.

It is needless to say how much he means to us and I feel indebted and grateful to him for everything he has done for us and the priceless wisdom he has passed on to us!

It would upset me terribly to hear Doctor's wife was not fully appreciative of him at times, but as you mentioned why letters were good, I too can say anything to you because no one would be hurt by it, and  since it has no effect on you one way or the other, I'll say what ever I like which is quite a treat) but I guess most families go through the very same thing, but now that they have the home, a new child, more work in general, possibly the will forget themselves and be happy "regardless"!  Families are such damn complicated affairs.  I doubt very much if they really are here to stay.  I will mention that you spoke of him in my very next letter.  Doctor Petered is one of the better and happier things I remember of San Antonio.

For the past two weeks i have been assigned to our insulin treatment room.  I had one patient, a young lad of 17 a student at the U. of Wis. with an I.Q. of 140!!, emotionally unstable, with a deep dislike for his parents.  I remember when he was first admitted, he was very shy (at times) called his doctor "an utter idiot" etc.  It was a bit trying but that was his way of getting attention!  He was finally transferred to another building - but then he came back to us here at Colonial Hall.

It was a fine experience for me but one of the more serious treatments they give here, and it is very different compared to the others I have seen.

There is an entirely different atmosphere in the treatment room itself.  Everyone makes a greater effort in being more pleasant and cheerful, patients as well as nurses.  I particularly liked this phase of my work here because one can do so much more for a patient, and one also develops a closer relationship with the doctors, which is just wonderful as far as I'm concerned but dammit they are all married!

There was a very definite closeness that I felt towards Bill and if I may be vain for a moment, I should say without being mistaken that the feeling was mutual, but then that's quite natural.  The nurses are with their patients constantly, due to the fact that an insulin pt. can go into shock at anytime if they are not properly fed, but that was quite the easiest part of the treatment, in fact Bill had very few trousers in which he could get into when he left.  He had a tremendous appetite, consequently he gained a great amount of weight.

His dad called for him last Sat. in the evening and I am sorry to say I did not have an opportunity to say good-bye to him, I was off duty.

Anyway, the pt. did show much improvement, talkative, polite and quite a gentleman.  I had many "little" arguments with other nurses who are always so eager to pull a pt. down.  It all came out fine though, no one pulled hair or anything like that. On one of my days off another very old nurse took care of him - and she returned with the most startling reports "He wouldn't drink his solutions,"  "growled rather than spoke to them and so on and so forth far into the night. I appreciated how good he was after hearing the reports.

I am out of stationery and you must be exhausted.

Write if you aren't too busy.

Sincerely 

Jo

Have you read "Peace of Mind" by Rabbi Liebman

Wasteland - Jo Sinclair

How about Thomas Wolf - anything at all.  You have some fine reading and much beauty in store for you.

March 15, 1947

March 15

Dear Doc,

I'm answering your very nice letter with this short note also to tell you that very soon I shall write you a long, long letter, as I have a lot to tell you.

Enclose find the pair of snuggles you ordered so very long ago.  Jo and I have worked hard trying to figure out your size as you remember you neglected giving us such vital information. Anyway, I hope they fit and shall be waiting for the picture of yours truly in "said pants."

As you mentioned it would indeed be an honor making each member of the crew a pair.  They certainly need something like them to spur them on and on.  We would be more than delighted to oblige. Nuff said - Hope they fit!

Thank you for the very nice letter.  It was good hearing from you after such a long time.  Also the picture, you really don't think I will send it back, do you? Now really, Doc, you know me better than that.  I'll be good though, and send you one soon.  The nurses have taken some.  Please don't be shocked, after all, I don't want you suffering with a nervous breakdown.

Have you ever heard Strauss' Suite Der Rosenkavalier.  I'm sure you must have heard it.  I know you'd love it.  I do - not that that makes any difference.  It's mighty good.

You asked several questions.  What am I going to do this summer etc.  I shall go into detail later -

Frankly, it wouldn't take a great deal of pressure to get me to Boston, Mass. Later I am anxious to get these snuggles off to you for your debut. Good luck - of course I shall cheer you on - I'll be on the other side.  See you when you get there - Sounds odd but I hope you understand what I am trying to say.

Must go to dinner - 

My Best,

Anne

February 3, 1947

Sunday

Dear Doc, 

Really, Mr. Rounds, I can't understand why I am so liberal with my correspondence to you. But, of course, you too wondered the same thing.  It interests me, Doc, you said, I know why I write you but I can't figure out why you write me.  Now is it so complicated?  Frankly, Doc, I've given it great thought, serious thought.  But tell me, why did you ask?  Can't you be satisfied with a good thing while you have it without wondering whence it came, and how long it will be?  I can and I do.  Cynic speaking.

Why do you call me cynic?  Of course, you are not the first, I think most people misunderstand me.  I don't mean to be cynical.  It is just my personality.  Enough about that but getting back to the original subject of the day.  Just why do you write me?  Doc, feel free to speak your mind.  You have the floor, Mr. Rounds, so take it from there.

Oh yes, thank for the photo.  "Honey" is a darling.  No further comment.  I shall oblige by consulting my agent before passing any out.  After all, one must take all precaution against publicity in the "line" of work, thought "  " would arouse some comments.

I shan't expect prompt response as you warned. But tell me, Doc, have you ever been prompt?  Ahem!

Today I am most fortunate I have a Sunday off.  Therefore, I don't have to drag myself out of bed at five to get to church, which was done anyway, as Jo would give me no peace so I have until 1:30 to kill.  Which I shall do on you.  I don't know what happened!!!!

Friday

Dear Doc, So I continue four days later with years of experience and fun the last days.

First, I must tell you about Miss Tillbey, better known as Laura, one of the nurses.  Doc, you would love her.  She is one of the finest people I have ever met.  She is one of the "big" people of the world.  She's done all the wonderful things in life - In fact, she is perfect.  She is much older, just in years, tho, she is as young in spirit as we.  She can walk along and throw rocks at trees, and also sit with Mrs. Astor and still be her own wonderful self.  She always does the right thing.  I wish you could meet her.  Have you ever been with a person with whom you felt at the highest level you could reach. By highest level, I mean mentally - the height, well that's the way I feel with Laura, and it is a pretty wonderful, satisfying feeling.  Rarely found, I would say, as it has happened few times to me.  It never would be possible to describe Laura, She's too deep - but believe me when I say she is wonderful - Well on, with the day.

I am sure you must have read about the terrific blizzard we have been having.  Guess Milwaukee has had it all -   Wednesday evening feeling brave and full of adventure Jo, Laura and I decided we wanted a steak - an elegant steak - So in the blizzard we made our way into Milwaukee on which was the last trolly of the evening.  Gosh, what a storm - Oh, but we had fun - We got downtown, it was snowing, raining, blowing and everything else but our spirits were high.  We went to the Schroeder Hotel had martinis and a perfectly beautiful dinner, thinking nothing of the weather, or how we were going to get back.  Well, we went out, Jo taking several falls ripping the knees out of her nylons.  She tried to tell us she wasn't praying to "Al La" but we knew differently - go on Anne - So we struggled to Wells where we were to catch our car.  The darn trollies were stalled - six of them - lined up as though they would be there forever - and they still are standing in the same spot - It is forty-eight hours now, anyway.  We were told the cars wouldn't be leaving until eight the next morning.  So, we trudged on back to the hotel.  Fortunately, Laura knows the manager so we got a room - probably the last one - It was like New Year's Eve - People were everywhere - Guess we all resorted ourselves to the facts and we were stuck, Really stuck, but fun.  I shall never forget it.  Anyway we spent a happy night and come the morn were at the trolley station at eight, snow banks ten feet high - NO exaggeration either - We plunks ourselves in one of the cars waiting for action.  The people were wonderful - never in my life have I ever seen people all at the same "level" level, so to speak, I loath the expression - anyway we all were in the same fix.  Some had been sitting in the car since eight the night before.  So you can imagine, I trust and hope you are using your imagination as I'm doing a bad job of this.  We all had fun - everyone inviting each other for coffee - Coffee is still coming out of my ears - Came eleven o'clock and still no progress.  Progress, tell no effort was made so we consulted each other and the three of us decided to walk - walk, I said son, home which is seven miles.  You understand there were no cabs, buses, no transportation of any kind (I'm not a poor country girl either, you've heard the old saying) So we walked home, all there was, was a little path tramped through the Main Street - so we struggled but finally got home, among laughter, falls, etc -   Everyone was desperately worried and were quite surprised to see the three snow women return - Admiral Byrd has nothing on us - I'm planning on going along on his next expedition.  We got home and had hot bathes, bacon and eggs and plenty of rest, which we needed.  It was a wonderful experience and Laura was a perfect person to be with.  I'd do it tonight again - 

The situation was quite bad.  Guess you must have read all about it.  Must have been the worst storm in 25 years - worst storm in Milwaukee was the latest report.  The roads still are not cleared and there is little transportation.  We probably still would be sitting in the Wells car if we hadn't started out walking.

Lets see we shall get off the subject of the storm - 

It was good getting your letter - Was a nice letter, Doc, yes indeed we must extend credit where it is due.  Have you ever thought how rarely that is done?  People are so afraid to pass out good words for one another.  Even in our work, Nurses, are so afraid to say good things about another.  They look with envy when patients are generous, more generous toward some nurses - But I won't go into that - Live and let live - Give out goodness continuously and you'll find only goodness can be taken in.

I realize you are busy Doc, much as I like getting your letters don't neglect your studies - I understand - 

My best,

Anne

Enclose a photo of Colonial Hall

Doc, This is Colonial Hall in the summer time.  Beautiful, isn't it?  The other buildings are as lovely.  Wish you could see it.  There is no reason why you can't - Anne

Best I can do right now in regards to photos.

January 25, 1947

Sunday

Dear Doc,

This may be the long promised decent letter I was going to write.  But of course, who knows?  Only time will tell.

It is a perfectly beautiful Sunday afternoon.  I certainly hate to be on duty.  I can't believe the day is possible.  Some like beautiful Texas weather.  Oh no, anything but that.  Be a perfect day for flying, so, why don't you hop in the "Old Gypsy" and dash down Milwaukee way?  Really Chief Big Feather, when have you commenced telling times by moons?  Haven't you heard?  There are days, weeks, months, etc. Sorry, you've been going through life all the "moons" uninformed but I shall see what can be done about it.

Gad, it's beautiful out.  I would like to be doing first anything so I believe I shall "round up" some patients and take them out walking.  Best I can do, but I said just anything, didn't I?

Pardon me one moment while I do.  Promise I won't wait three days.

Monday

Promise I won't wait three days.  Well, I didn't with three days, but one, I shall continue.

It's terribly cold out.  Quite a contrast from the first part of the weather.  Gosh, it is cold, I'm sorry I didn't go with Admiral Byrd to the South Pole, I would be much warmer right now.  Or would I?  But we won't go into that - Let's not - shall we?

Had quite a busy day today.  There certainly is plenty of activity round the place lately - Good weather for alcoholics - 

Jo and I are having a wonderful time.  We are learning how to knit.  Now don't laugh.  It is funny though.  Oh, what laughs!  Frankly, I beginning to think "Why be a slave in the machine age?"  My, so called, scarf looks like one big knot with moth holes.  It's a masterpiece.  I think I'll frame something to show my grandchildren.  Jo is getting "brave" and wants to knit a sweater.  This should prove quite an eventful winter.  But I shall bother you no longer with this female chatter.

Hope you have received the letter I sent to your home.

Tell me, are you still living at or fraternity house?  I hope your "house mother" is treating you with care.

Be good and do write soon - 

Jo sends her "knitted best"

As ever,

Anne

January 18, 1947

Thursday

Dear Doc,

And so again I shall start another letter to you.  Since I received your last letter I have made several unsuccessful attempts.  But this one, I vow will get to you, if I have to deliver said contents myself, in person.

This being a most quiet Thursday evening.  Everyone in Bark House has their day off including myself but had to work because I was off yesterday due to this damn miserable cold.  I've tried everything, from sulfa to scotch, but to no avail.  Anyway, as I was saying I am alone but not as fortunate as you, Mr. Rounds, to be home alone with "Honey."  

Now, really, Doc, you honestly don't believe you have convinced me that "Honey" could be a dog.  How could you Doc?  Tell me about her, Doc.  My, the right setting, Frank Mum and everything, you certainly do think of everything, Don't you?

We shall leave it at that.  With the famous last words I know better. 

We, both Jo and I were most interested to hear the details about Bill's wedding. Frankly, I think it will be mighty good for him.  That is, if Barbara can tolerate it.  It will give him something else, besides himself to think about.  Of course, Doc, you are going to visit the happy couple.  Who knows (never mind I was going to say something catty)  I think you should except said invitation, after all, Doc, I'm sure Barbara, being "the sweetest and best wife in the world" wants to meet the friends of her sweetest and best husband.

Sounds just like Bill, "Yep I went and did it," just as though he were buying ticket on a raffle or something of the like.  But we should be considerate - Bill is a fine young man - Best intentions and if he is happy I envy him.  He certainly deserves it as there really is such little happiness in the world compared with the unhappiness one must endure.  Yee, gods this writing!!

Speaking of having tonsils removed. (That seems to be an everlasting subject of conversation with the Roberts, Rounds friendship)  By all means, have the darn things extracted.  It really is nothing at all.  Even though I would not go through the "slight operation" (so it is called) again, second thought, I guess I would.  Do get them out before they get too bad as I made that mistake.

I'm afraid this letter is terribly dull, so if you have an engagement with "Honey" or anything else to do go right ahead.  You will be missing nothing at all.

At present, I find myself unprepared to give you a full detailed report on Benzedrine .  I shall try to remember to look it up at my first opportunity.  For safety sake, my dear, Austin Lincoln Rounds, I would exercise restraint, if I were you and would not indulge too heavily.  Incidentally, what has Benzedrine to do with Accounting and General Business?  Or is this extra curricula activities?

Saw "Henry V" It is a fine thing.  Really worth seeing.  I'd like to see the thing again.  Frankly, I believe more people would understand Shakespeare if he were produced in the same manner as "Henry V".  Olivier did a truly fine job.  Think you would enjoy it.  See it if you get the opportunity.

I have taken a job doing secretarial work an hour and a half after I get off duty for the old alcoholic I once told you about.  Anyway, she thinks she can write and I guess she was pretty good in her day - But!!  And of course, I don't mind.  The writing I do in one day is nil as she lies down on the bed, gets up, goes to the bathroom, comes out, gets her knitting, sits down, has me help her move the chair, gets up, closes the window, turns on the heat, led down again, gets up, paces the floor, opens the window, turns off the heat, goes to the bathroom, coughs, coughs some more, lies down again, finally jumps up saying, Miss Roberts you've had a hard day, you may go now!

Do I wonder - How long before I go bats?  The doctors say, she loves having me, so what am I to do?  Just keep her happy, they say.  I'm beginning to believe I should charge her more.  After all!  Anyway, she has loads of dough and she may leave me several million.

Seriously though, I think, God, if I can make the old girl happy by just being with her, that is the least I can do.  She is quite interesting.  Spent most of her life in Paris (no surprise she's an alcoholic) also traveled all over Switzerland on foot.

That would be fun, don't you think?

Someday I'll do something foolish (so people say) like hiking out West, or taking a youth Hostel trip someplace.

This is a very bad letter.  I must continually apologize for my letter writing.  Per usual I shall try to write a better one next time - 

Jo sends her love - 

Thanks for offering Bill's address.  Guess he wouldn't be interesting in hearing from us.  As I wouldn't care to write.  Do send him our congratulations when you write, please - 

Write again soon - 

As ever,

Anne

January 7, 1947

New Year's Day

Dear Doc,

A very happy New Year to you, Mr. Rounds.  I sincerely hope your every wish shall be granted.

Being New Year's Day, I honestly feel proud of myself, no headaches, no hangover, I find myself among the fortunate few or perhaps among the unfortunate.  Frankly, I would have preferred the later, However, no such luck.  A few of the nurses in our humble "Bark House" as it is so called, (no reference to the occupants) had a "gay" party.  Oh, we had a great time, however, I would hardly consider it a New Year's Eve up to the old Roberts standard.  Anyway, I have no hangover, so what?  Well, again, Happy New Year, may you live to see a thousand. However, continue flying as you have been and you may be seeing New Year's from a "different view".

Good God, man, don't you want to live?  The least you could do would be to wear your red woolies.  After all the hours I've spent lecturing to you on the many advantages of "snuggies", Oh, you should be ashamed.  Enough about that, remember though, whenever in need of a "very fine nurse" do feel free to call on one Anne Roberts, of course, just having experience with mental illnesses you can't expect too much, I've been told I do have "quite a bedside manner," but we'll let that pass.  Also if you can remember, I'm still the "good old nose dropper" I was when in San Antonio.  Yee, gods, am I responsible for this conversation?

Jo just told me to tell you to please be careful with that silly airplane of yours, you are not in San Antonio now, and anyway, she would like to see you again alive.  Et tu Brutus.

Thursday

Can't even remember what happened to my letter writing mind of last night but nevertheless I shall make a favorable attempt to finish this letter this evening.

I'm so glad you had such a fine Christmas.  Ours was quite pleasant after time progressed, having to work Christmas morning spoiled the day for the.  We caught a train from Wausaw Christmas afternoon and got home @ 7:00 p.m., which wasn't too bad, the train ride was fun - Next trip I take I shall reserve a chair in the Club Car - Anyway, we got home to a most wonderful Christmas dinner.  Everything from oyster cocktails (my favorite) to after dinner Brandy.  Being accustomed to the rarity of institutional cooking I found my taste buds gone but they soon began to bloom and all was well.  Thursday being our day off was spent eating, talking, drinking, and doing all the good things one does while at home.  It was good seeing my brother, who is still in the Army.  He and his wife were home for the holiday.

Listen my dear, Mr. Rounds you haven't seen anything until you really do see Insulin Shock Treatment.  The amount of insulin given to Diabetics is so very small compared to the treatment of mental illnesses.  Diabetics getting only 10 to 20 units before each meal.  However, with this type of shock treatments the amount varies from 120 to as high as 300 units.  The treatment usually lasts form 1:00 a.m. until noon, depending on the patients.  It's the damnedest thing I have ever seen (full shock).  The first time I saw it I was so frightened I wanted to go right home and pack my things and bid farewell to this type of work forever.  But now, I'm quite accustomed to the treatment and it  doesn't bother me too much.  What surprised me so greatly was the great number of young men and women who are here.  One starts to think, what the devil is this generation coming to?  A lot of the fellows are ones who have been in the Army, that's understandable - but the women - Speaking of the weaker sex, I'm convinced.  I shall defend them no longer.  Most of them are from the richest families, perhaps that's reason without thinking any further.  Perhaps if some of them went out and earned their "way" for awhile they wouldn't have time to be depressed and all theses idiotic things they've been thinking and doing.  I could rave on all night but I won't.

As far as "throwing invitations around" Why do you suppose one sends invitations?  Of course, to be accepted.  I would like to see you very much (Excuse me, one of the nurses just dashed in and wants us to go to the movie, so we shall - will write more later)

I hope you will be patient and I shall get on with this.  This is Saturday.  Please forgive me if you have a rather difficult time trying to decipher this so called writing.  Guess the movie was too much for me as 2 a.m. in bed as a result.  I managed to pick up a beautiful cold and feel miserable.  (the price one pays for living in the North)  Anyway, I'm supposed to be resting.  Which I shall do after I finish this letter to you.  I have been enjoying the luxuries of the Milwaukee Sanitorium.  Perfectly wonderful meals delivered right to my bedside.  I love it.  Guess I've let this cold linger.  On second thought, I guess I won't miss my work too much.

As I was saying.  It would be perfectly wonderful seeing you again.  May I also say, no explanations are in order - Tell me, what is there to explain?  Oh, all right, if you want to hear the story of my life again I shall gladly submit same.

January 6

I have found one thing try in my life.  Never plan anything. From today on I shall do just that thing.  Today is the day for the Ballet and here I am still in bed.  I had planned on going so ver much.  Gosh, that makes me so mad (angry, pardon me).  Oh, well, there will be more _ Everything happens for the best, no matter how cruel it seems at the time -

Heavens man, keep me in suspense no longer.  Tell me about Bill Ayers' wedding.  Frankly, I can't believe it.  Just can't picture Bill married.  Has he written you?  Did you receive an invitation?  Is the girl from Hamilton? Did they have a large wedding?  Tell all, Doc, I really am interested, as it is what I never expected, but then, one never knows.  I certainly hope for Bill's sake it is the "real thing' (if such exists).  He certainly would be a miserable object unhappily married.  Enough about that - I am anxiously awaiting all details - 

Forgive me if this letter is bad, I know it is.

Take it easy in that little flying machine - please -

As ever, 

Anne

 Do write soon, per unusual