Andover, Mass.
February 24, 1929Dear Nabley
Anyway, I kept your birthday! I didn't get round to speak of it. But I love you just the same, and I have had time to go over the precious postcards a few times in ponderation(!) and enjoyment. You sure are a dear to think of me in furrin parts, and it always does touch me to know if it.
We are getting on astonishingly well here, considering. Mother is a good sport. She has recovered a good deal of her strength, and can use her left arm and hand quite freely though not strongly. Our night nurse has kept up massaging and exercising, which have helped a lot. She is a sweet girl and loves to do for Mother, is amused at her dry sayings, etc. We have kept her on, so as to be sure she (Mother) had the right care and it is a great relief to me to share the responsibility. Miss Crockett is still here and takes charge in the daytime - good as gold but goes altogether by routine, and not by changing conditions. I ought not to make that quite so strong, perhaps.
Mother sits in her chair all day, except for two naps, or rests, in the bedroom in the morning and sitting room (dining room rather) in the afternoon. Yesterday - no Thursday, she looked out at the snow coming down so thoroughly(!) and said "Isn't it great?"
So now I am able to be over at the Alumnae Office all day, mostly, as usual.
Centennial preparations are crowding a little, as the very efficient former Association president - mother of Hilda and Katherine Jones, I guess you will remember them - who was taking hold of everything, has fallen by the way, some form of heart trouble. Dear Edith, she has been like a rock in her husband's long illness and death. It told on her, though[.] Someone else is stepping up to fill the breach and we shall get through all right. I believe I wish you were near by. How I should pester you for advice, though.
I know you are climbing over your own obstacles or finding a way round. Isn't it great when unthought of solutions emerge? And they do, especially if you expect them to? We learn a bit of confidence from these hard places we go through. That's the beauty of it.
The beauty of the Lord be upon you, and the work of your hands be established.
Your old Jane