7/13/42 Letter: "Nice guy, not to thank you for my swell
reading...it's the heat. I have never experienced anything
like it. It moved in about three weeks ago and knocked us
into silence and lassitude. Though we wear only rags of
clothing, keep the house open day and night, sleep without
even a sheet over us, and keep an electric fan going
constantly, we perspire without surcease and keep the
alcohol, Fuller's Earth and baby powder busy... I stay out
of the sun except for my swims, but even when I am ducking my
head under water constantly I get over doses of sun... I am
burned and blistered and twice have spent evenings with an
ice pack on the back of my neck... I haven't written a hen
scratch in all that time. Today we have a breeze for the
first time in three weeks, and it is heavenly.
"But I believe all this is fine for me. First, I stay in
the water about two hours, and it has given me great strength
and coordination, so that I swim by myself for ten minutes
or more at a clip, moving both arms and legs, and being able
to turn around, etc., without losing balance. In the
interims I cling to the float and work my legs, up and down
and apart.
"The heat is making me perspire, and that is helping the body
get rid of poisons - as the reading said, I am perspiring
where I have not been able to for several years. My mouth
and tongue sting, I am so acid, but everything possible is
being done to get the poisons out. The reading was wise to
warn me against feeling badly mentally, because with my head,
hands, and feet itching, my tummy upset, my mouth stinging,
my head dizzy, and all of me hot and perspiring, the tendency
is not toward being cheerful - but I have managed to do that
by keeping the warning of the reading in mind. Mrs. Townsend
will be back tomorrow might from a two weeks trip, and I am
proud to have missed her only in the last three days, and
then only in the neck and shoulders. But this heat - my
hands and arms are dripping as I write this!"
7/21/42 Letter:
"What you said in your letter about needing massage to cause
the poisons to drain correctly is certainly right. Since
Mrs. T's return my hives have not ceased, but they do not
bother me in the hands and mouth...instead they break out
over the areas where the breaking up is occurring. The heat
causes us all to perspire constantly, and I tell them that
I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is doing me a lot
of good.
"There's always something out of joint, though, and now it
is my float, which sprung a leak. No one seems able to fix
it, and I guess I will have to have something else made,
with pontoons and canvas, to take its place. Meanwhile I am
missing the water.
"The warning in my reading is very helpful... I keep
pointing my imagination toward the big word ahead, and all
the annoyances are put on the right side of the ledger...
"I'm glad you are busy. Before you know it the book will be
out, and then you'll know what being busy really means...me
too..."
8/03/42 Letter:
"So now I aquaplane into the water in fine style. By the
time the sled has sunk under me I am out far enough to swim.
I am ferried back in and beached on the sled, which is then
drawn back up to the sandbox. While in the water for, say,
an hour, I swim for forty minutes of that time, in four ten
minute periods, using the other twenty minutes for five
minute rests, during which someone holds a hand under my neck
to keep my head above water (it is easy, because the water
is very buoyant and quite calm). This exercise has done
wonders for my back, shoulders, and arms.
"Now for the walking. I sit on the kitchen stool, which is
just high enough to allow my foot to touch the ground (with
shoe on) while my crutches are under my arms. I can now get
up off the stool by myself and stand alone on the crutches
(also sit down again) but as yet cannot take a step. So,
literally and figuratively, I have but one step more to go
- looks as if I'll keep that October date."
9/16/42 Wire to HLC: "Walked on crutches yesterday for the
first time. My thanks to you, your Dad and all the family.
Love from all." [
849]
10/03/42 Letter: "They would set me on the kitchen stool and
give me my crutches. I would stand up on them. Then I would
strain and work and do everything I could to take a step.
I failed once. I failed twice. I failed many times.
"Then, on the evening of September 15, I succeeded. I went
8 steps. The next Sunday I went farther. Now, thanks to
the dear Lord and your powers, I can walk the length of the
porch, turn around, and walk back again.
"You know how happy we are. You know how awful have been the
weeks of uncertainty; that's why I didn't write. Now the
crisis is past. We've won.
"A soldier boy named Jim McDonald comes every evening to help
me. He is an Irish boy from Staten Island who studied for
the priesthood and taught theodicy, fundamental theology,
and metaphysics in St. John's University, Brooklyn, before
the army got him. He taught all his classes in Latin. He
has dinner with us, and then we talk and play music. The
goal line is crossed, but I've forgotten how to celebrate.
Give my love to everyone, and a kiss to the ladies...tell
H. L. thanks for keeping me informed... I'm not worried
any longer..."
Love, [
849] and [
1102]
10/06/42 He submitted questions for Ck. Rdg.
10/09/42 See
1981-2, Par. 18-A in re past associations.
10/16/42 See
849-66.



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