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UNFOLDING YEARS, 71 and never complained at any personal inconvenience. Miss Herrick gave up her room to the Brauns and my sister and I shared our room with her. They made as little trouble as possible, getting their own meals or taking them out. All the thought of thoroughly cleaning or regulating the house had to be abandoned -- we just lived from day to day and tried to make the best of it. The arrival of a new baby in the house the Brauns had purchased further delayed the tenants leaving, but finally in late September we saw them depart. After two more weeks of strenuous cleaning and fumigating, Mrs. Braun has her new home ready and their belongings were duly transferred. These good people continued to be our neighbours until 1922 when Mrs. Braun passed away. After her death Mr. Braun sold the house to a widow, Mrs. Carpenter, and her two daughters. These too were good neighbors for many years. Then I began to set our house in order, and it was no small task. The whole place had to be repapered and the woodwork and floors refinished; but it was all done before cold weather set in and we were once more living like civilised people. I have gone into all this rather in detail to show some of the problems the folks at home suffered because of the war, but we took it all bravely and cheerfully, knowing that it was so little compared with the sacrifices our boys were making. We felt our living disturbances was our greatest experience of the war-- but for me a far greater consequence was to come out of it. In the summer of 1918, a stream of wounded servicemen was steadily drifting back to our shores. The American Red Cross, like the Great Mother she is, waited with open armed to receive and care for them. Among them all, none seemed more in need of help and sympathy than those blinded in battle. A training school was established near Baltimore, Md., known as "Evergreen" or "The Red Cross Institute." Here were gathered all types of young men with varying background and education but with one thing in common -- blindness -- and the need to
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UNFOLDING YEARS, 71 and never complained at any personal inconvenience. Miss Herrick gave up her room to the Brauns and my sister and I shared our room with her. They made as little trouble as possible, getting their own meals or taking them out. All the thought of thoroughly cleaning or regulating the house had to be abandoned -- we just lived from day to day and tried to make the best of it. The arrival of a new baby in the house the Brauns had purchased further delayed the tenants leaving, but finally in late September we saw them depart. After two more weeks of strenuous cleaning and fumigating, Mrs. Braun has her new home ready and their belongings were duly transferred. These good people continued to be our neighbours until 1922 when Mrs. Braun passed away. After her death Mr. Braun sold the house to a widow, Mrs. Carpenter, and her two daughters. These too were good neighbors for many years. Then I began to set our house in order, and it was no small task. The whole place had to be repapered and the woodwork and floors refinished; but it was all done before cold weather set in and we were once more living like civilised people. I have gone into all this rather in detail to show some of the problems the folks at home suffered because of the war, but we took it all bravely and cheerfully, knowing that it was so little compared with the sacrifices our boys were making. We felt our living disturbances was our greatest experience of the war-- but for me a far greater consequence was to come out of it. In the summer of 1918, a stream of wounded servicemen was steadily drifting back to our shores. The American Red Cross, like the Great Mother she is, waited with open armed to receive and care for them. Among them all, none seemed more in need of help and sympathy than those blinded in battle. A training school was established near Baltimore, Md., known as "Evergreen" or "The Red Cross Institute." Here were gathered all types of young men with varying background and education but with one thing in common -- blindness -- and the need to
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