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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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Nov 1936 It was early in November 1936 that I just went to the Mayo Clinic for help -- a step that might well have been taken more than two years before. This action finally was the outgrowth of transient ideas that had been toyed with for a long, long time. I was young; the undertaking was immense, the [Classic?' so far away -- and besides being inaccessible, so costly. Moreover, I thought, I have a good imagination. How much of my stomach ailment might be attributed to it? Some people, especially women, I had observed, were apt to multiply their ills until imaginary ailment became reality. I could never abide neurotics, and those who chronically felt sorry for themselves. I was not going to be one of them. The first trip to Rochester to go through the Clinic was dual-purpose -- made to coincide with the formal dedication of the Fine Arts Center at the University of Iowa. Perhaps I never would have undertaken the one without the other so I don't know - but to continue the two seemed much more wroth while and an ideal arrangement. For on this trip it was planned, I would stop over in Rochester upon my way to Waverly, Minnesota to see the folks. Fortunately - for me - I went through the Clinic there for I was headed for trouble. On my way through Cedar Rapids, i stopped with Dr and Mrs W George Gilbert - for I was still in a visiting mood and the brakes had not yet been successfully applied. Margaret - Mrs. Gilbert - is my closest friend among my University classmates. Although she had been my roommate at college, I had seen her but briefly since our graduation. With her, I stayed over the weekend, and was furthermore induced to stay the Monday - although I felt I should have been at the Clinic at the beginning of the week. My home doctor and our friend - Val B. Fischer -
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Nov 1936 It was early in November 1936 that I just went to the Mayo Clinic for help -- a step that might well have been taken more than two years before. This action finally was the outgrowth of transient ideas that had been toyed with for a long, long time. I was young; the undertaking was immense, the [Classic?' so far away -- and besides being inaccessible, so costly. Moreover, I thought, I have a good imagination. How much of my stomach ailment might be attributed to it? Some people, especially women, I had observed, were apt to multiply their ills until imaginary ailment became reality. I could never abide neurotics, and those who chronically felt sorry for themselves. I was not going to be one of them. The first trip to Rochester to go through the Clinic was dual-purpose -- made to coincide with the formal dedication of the Fine Arts Center at the University of Iowa. Perhaps I never would have undertaken the one without the other so I don't know - but to continue the two seemed much more wroth while and an ideal arrangement. For on this trip it was planned, I would stop over in Rochester upon my way to Waverly, Minnesota to see the folks. Fortunately - for me - I went through the Clinic there for I was headed for trouble. On my way through Cedar Rapids, i stopped with Dr and Mrs W George Gilbert - for I was still in a visiting mood and the brakes had not yet been successfully applied. Margaret - Mrs. Gilbert - is my closest friend among my University classmates. Although she had been my roommate at college, I had seen her but briefly since our graduation. With her, I stayed over the weekend, and was furthermore induced to stay the Monday - although I felt I should have been at the Clinic at the beginning of the week. My home doctor and our friend - Val B. Fischer -
Iowa Women’s Lives: Letters and Diaries
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