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Report a Mistake- Date Made March 25, 1938
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- Artist / Maker / Manufacturer --
- Object Number 2001-H0006.21H
- Place of Origin Continent - North America, Country - Canada, Province / Territory - Quebec, Municipality - Montréal, Township / District - Île-de-Montréal, County of
- Place of Use Continent - North America, Country - Canada, Province / Territory - Ontario, Municipality - Ottawa, Township / District - Ottawa-Carleton, County ofContinent - North America, Country - Canada, Province / Territory - Ontario, Municipality - Ottawa, Township / District - Ottawa-Carleton, County of
- Category Communication artifacts
- Sub-category Documentary artifact
- Department History
- Museum CMH
- Earliest 1938/03/25
- Latest 1938/03/25
- Materials Paper
- Person / Institution Associated institution, Montreal General HospitalAssociated party, Kindle, Katharine
- Measurements Height 21.7 cm, Width 14 cm
- Related activity Nursing
- Caption Letter from Katharine Kindle, student nurse at Montreal General Hospital, March 25, 1938
- Additional Information Dear Papa, - Here I am sitting out on our beautiful closed in sun porch. It is a delightful sunny morning and I have just been talking with a Scotchman who says he knows several "Kindles" in Scotland. Interesting! Well, well, you'll never guess it, but I get just sick [with] excitement at the thought of it myself, but I am making you a visit sooner than expected. For I am coming home Sat. Sun. or Mon. for about a week to rest before going back on duty! Now, swallow that if you can. You know my strep. throat developed into acute Pharyngitis over Monday so that I couldn't even talk, and as for swallowing, the less said the better. But for three days every time I swallowed I thought I was being strangled or something. However that is all over, and I'm having a lovely time now, although I feel terribly weak and worn out. And that is exactly why I'm coming home to prepare for work again. So don't go telling a lot of people I'm coming etc. - - - as I want a quiet week at home. Marg came in Sunday night. It was so nice to see her. She brought flowers and magazines. It is most amusing the laughs I get out of some people. The other morning I had gone to sleep exhausted on my tummy with an iris recently "smelled to death" by me hanging listlessly from my hand which lay limply over the bedside. Well! really. - the nurse's vulgar laugh did awake me. Deary me, what we lovers of nature have to undergo to find our ends. Another thing, last [nite] I was allowed up for the first time. I had been sitting in my chair (arm) and having just finished reading Marg's letter it lay neglected on my lap and I was fondly playing with a lone daffodil from what was left of my [boquet], when in strode Dr. Johnson, [asst't sup. of hopital] and adopted father to all the sick nurses. Well the picture quite took his fancy and he mostly chuckled at me. But at least in my pathetic situation I was able to make him stretch his promise of a few days to a week at home! Again the other morning I was reading about Dr. Kane again. And just at the point where he and his men were almost blown into the sea, I was forced to laugh at the able description of the tent + tent pole flying over the waking, Mac's head when in peeked Dr. Johnson's head around the door. At this point I was howling my head off laughing and he almost thought I was going nuts. My lone companion of this morning on the gallery is a shrapnel unfortunate of the recent war. He tells me he has been in here for the last 2 years for the last visit and before that off and on. My what a terrible thing is war. He is simply in hell with pains when it comes, and the [nures] are usually too "busy" to give him his narcotic in time to overcome the effects of his attacks. Yes he certainly has given me a good criticism of this place! Once again I am on the outside looking in, waiting to get in again. I'll be seeing you all soon. Katharine Love P.S. I yearn [with] longing to get home - oh boy. P.S.1. Being discharged Sat. in A.M. P.S.2. I am taking the 1.50 train home on Saturday afternoon so C.N.R. arrive 5.10 - Kuffy. P.S.3. Isn't the spring weather divine? Last time I looked out it was winter. I did this last spring too - Remember "Pink Eye" - Conjunetivitis? What'll it be next spring? Nothing!!! (Kindle, Katharine. Letter to E.M. Kindle, 25 March 1938. © Canadian Museum of Civilization, Canadian Nursing History Collection, 2001-H0006.21 H, H160)