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Helen Angell Fox letters to Bess Peebles Fox, January-May 1944

1944-01-04 Helen Fox to Miss Frances Camp Page 6

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the Iowa River.
Julia Winston McGarvey late of West Union and Paris, has been grand to me. I have had dinner with her, her husband, her Aunt Louise, their twenty two Siamese cats and their squirrel two times since I came. Last time I went out for New Year's Eve dinner and stayed all night, coming home about five the next day. Another time she took me to a very good National Geographic lecture in Constitution Hall.
When we are in uniform (and I am all the time now since I packed my other things) the world is ours. Elderly gentlemen pause to pass a word with us, elderly ladies beam at us, children stare at us enviously and soldiers and sailors of whatever rank may be, swallow convulsively and burst into conversation. In a word, we are everybody's sisters. Everyone has a friend whose sister is in Red Cross in Africa, or has given a pint of blood, or has contributed a dollar. What a chummy feeling!
My finger is paralyzed from this scribbling. I don't know whether or not the envelope will hold it all, but here it is!
Love,
Helen

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6 the Iowa River. Julia Winston McGarvey late of West Union and Paris, has been grand to me. I have had dinner with her, her husband, her Aunt Louise, their twenty two Siamese cats and their squirrel two times since I came. Last time I went out for New Year's Eve dinner and stayed all night, coming home about five the next day. Another time she took me to a very good National Geographic lecture in Constitution Hall. When we are in uniform (and I am all the time now since I packed my other things) the world is ours. Elderly gentlemen pause to pass a word with us, elderly ladies beam at us, children stare at us enviously and soldiers and sailors of whatever rank may be, swallow convulsively and burst into conversation. In a word, we are everybody's sisters. Everyone has a friend whose sister is in Red Cross in Africa, or has given a pint of blood, or has contributed a dollar. What a chummy feeling! My finger is paralyzed from this scribbling. I don't know whether or not the envelope will hold it all, but here it is! Love, Helen