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written 30 years
ago by the late
Nellie Lyle
Pattinson.
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I receniiy arrived in the United States from the "old
country," and almost immediately my Air
Force husband was- shipped overseas again,'
leaving myself and our small daughter alone.
On one of the first Sundays I noticed a steady,,
stream of visitors to neighboring homes and, being '
unfamiliar with American holidays, I assumed it must
be a day when it was the custom for people to visit
each other. Frantically, I began baking cookies to be
prepared for a visit. But no one came.
A few days later, with my cookie jars filled to the
brim, I got up enough-courage to ask the woman next
door about it. She was very kind and explained that
Sunday was not a special holiday but the day when
most people went to church and did their visiting.
I forgot about the incident until the following
Sunday when this same woman appeared at my door
with 10 other neighbors. She had told them my story
and they had come "to visit" and try my cookies. I
thought it was a wonderful gesture Mrs. M. K.
Henri, Rapid City, S. D.
Fictitious Characters. Friday night was story night in
our home when we were young. Father would beguile
us with fabulous tales of two rollicking boys called
"Johnny and Mike." Their adventures were wondrous
and so filled with imagination that we'd look forward
eagerly to each new chapter.
When my brother and I entered high school we
were amazed to find our old friends between the
covers of our literature books. Only now their names
were Ivanhoe, .Ulysses, the Count of Monte Cristo,
and others.
Father had been teaching us the classics in terms
we could enjoy, and when we met them later in their
original form it made the road of learning much
smoother for us. Mrs. Harlan Wehrung, Pomeroy, O.
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- We are the vanishing Americans.
We are the quaint survivors of an
era passed. We are the graduates of
the girls' schools.
Sometimes they have been labeled
boarding schools or finishing schools,
but few survive in this new age of
rock 'n' roll and the fast buck.
My school was Ward-Belmont,
now as defunct as its way of life.
My mother was a Ward-Belmont
girl in a day of prim uniforms and
cotillions. My sister was a Ward
Belmont girl when the end came.
-. At Ward-Belmont, freedom was
an intangible. We went sedately in
groups into Nashville, we received
telephone calls with written permis
sion and, when young gentlemen
from Vanderbilt came to call in the
Red Room, a chaperon was within
earshot. And some of us rebelled
and ran away beyond the stone
lions where the world turned, but
it was another world.
We dutifully heard conceits in the
auditorium and never went forth
without white gloves nor the burden
of being Ward-Belmont girls re
gardless of time and tide.
When some of us transferred to
coeducational schools, we discovered
independence. We relinquished with
joy the cradle of our confinement.
It was not until long afterward that
we remembered the subtle formation
of our minds and manners.
The W-B girl is a ghost now, as
much a wraith as the gray lady who
walked the tower at midnight. And
Ward-Belmont has crumbled like
the noses of its statues which had
been shot away in the Civil War.
The closeness among us, the sweet
scent of magnolia, the tradition, the
charm and the ivy are all gone.
Perhaps it's true that some of us
mistook courtesy for class-consciousness.
And some mistook good breed
ing for superiority. And others
found a prison within the pillars.
But I mourn the passing of learn
ing with love. And of the fostering
within us of other loves. Tradition,
gracious living, beauty, gentleness,
poise and propriety.
It was another world. In it and
from it came neither girls nor
women. Only ladies.
And ladies are long out of fashion.
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