The Ladies Page

Everyone has been so wonderful, and the real flowers which cheer
me, alongside of all the lovely ones on cards, and the visits of
family and friends certainly are helping my recovery. My roommate
is so nice, too.

When we get all too busy in our work-a-day world we are so apt
to lose sight of the value of friendship. The moment spent writing
a note means so much to the one who receives it. It is a whistle of
understanding, a turning on of the steam of comradeship, lam having
a sort of thresher’s banquet of friendliness and there is no
better medicine.

There were two farmer’s wives in this room. We even shared
recipes; our husbands talked about fish ponds. Our teen-age
children glanced slyly at their teen-age children during visiting
hours. Though we live about thirty miles apart we discovered we
knew some of the same people. Yes – we even spoke of some of our
problems. Don’t we all have them?

But very best of all – we shared the same God. We had four
ministers call on us and pray for us. I read to her from St. John
when she was feeling wretched. She said, ‘God bless you,’
when she left and we touched the healing hem of heaven.

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