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Show -3- As the scheduled day drew nearer, it began to look more and more as if we couldn't possibly be ready. But we hadn't counted on Phyllis MacDonald! She it was, you recall, who secured for us the wealth of hospital material last Summer from Akron General, supplementing the equipment previously sent by St. Luke's, Denver, Clarkson Memorial and University Hospitals in Omaha, and several individuals. Phyllis had said, "I'll be there with the window curtains, and in time to hang them." We should have known that she would and that she would do plenty more, with the efficent help of her husband Clyde and son Bob. They came bouncing in, with their sleeves rolled up. And, of course, with a ham. The Sprouls popped in from Golden, Colo., with a ham. And the Kipps from Salt Lake, thinking they would bring something easily served for an indefinite number of guests, brought - well, they brought a ham. We had ham. And cookies! Fortunately they brought these things to a place that never yet had too many hams or cookies. Once the curtains were hung - and they did add color and joy to the clinic rooms! - Phyllis began to think in terms of luxuries, and dashed off to Monticello "to the florist shop" for table flowers and ice cream. She couldn't imagine a town of 1,000 inhabitants without a florist shop, but she knows better now. She also knows about the generous hearts of the Mormon neighbors, 50 miles away from us, who, learning of the problem, loaded her down with forsythia and pear blossoms. Finally, came the day. The Bishop and visiting priests said their Masses early, and at 7 :30 we had High Mass for the feast of St. Mark, titular feast of our Cathedral. At eleven, we gathered at the Church, formed a procession, and, singing the Litany walked in a body to the nosocome, which the Bishop blessed in due form. (All right, look it up in |
