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Helen Fox Angell letters to Bess Peebles Fox, July 1944-April 1945

1944-12-14 Helen Fox to Bess Peebles Fox Page 2

had scrubbed our floor with brushes and G. I. soap.  It's wonderful how we get the idea at the same time and only once in six or eight months.  Now we won't let in anyone with fruit cake or raisins.  Poor Polly!
Sunday I worked in the morning.  About noon Joyce phoned all excited after reading the A & D sheet and said Helen Crum was in the hospital.  I went down to see her.  She'd left for France Tuesday, been there four days, came back to straighten out supplies and while here her cold had settled in her throat and larynx.  She could hardly croak.  She's come to the gate when she finished her loading at an air field near, and asked how to get in.  They scooted her to bed and she's still here.  She said airlly she'd be out in a day or so, but she apparently didn't know army hospitals.  They are mighty careful.  After I visited her I walked to Mrs. Goddard's little girl's school, about seven blocks from here.  I met Mr. & Mrs. Goddard there and we saw the Christmas program.  Little girls, from very tiny ones up to about twelve year olds.  The carols were lovely, and the school a beautiful, modern one.  Then we dashed to the Goddards, about ten blocks and had tea and little hot mince pies and muffins and cake and then Mrs. G. & I hopped a bus and went to her son Jeffrey's (age 16) school - a boys school way on the other side of town.  It was so interesting.  They had a carol service in the school chapel.  It is a boarding school like Rugby, Eton, etc.  Boys of eight or nine to seventeen.  Their manners are excellent and the discipline and community life certainly makes men of them years earlier.  There is a feeling of coordinated energy about them,

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had scrubbed our floor with brushes and G. I. soap. It's wonderful how we get the idea at the same time and only once in six or eight months. Now we won't let in anyone with fruit cake or raisins. Poor Polly! Sunday I worked in the morning. About noon Joyce phoned all excited after reading the A & D sheet and said Helen Crum was in the hospital. I went down to see her. She'd left for France Tuesday, been there four days, came back to straighten out supplies and while here her cold had settled in her throat and larynx. She could hardly croak. She's come to the gate when she finished her loading at an air field near, and asked how to get in. They scooted her to bed and she's still here. She said airlly she'd be out in a day or so, but she apparently didn't know army hospitals. They are mighty careful. After I visited her I walked to Mrs. Goddard's little girl's school, about seven blocks from here. I met Mr. & Mrs. Goddard there and we saw the Christmas program. Little girls, from very tiny ones up to about twelve year olds. The carols were lovely, and the school a beautiful, modern one. Then we dashed to the Goddards, about ten blocks and had tea and little hot mince pies and muffins and cake and then Mrs. G. & I hopped a bus and went to her son Jeffrey's (age 16) school - a boys school way on the other side of town. It was so interesting. They had a carol service in the school chapel. It is a boarding school like Rugby, Eton, etc. Boys of eight or nine to seventeen. Their manners are excellent and the discipline and community life certainly makes men of them years earlier. There is a feeling of coordinated energy about them,