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White Ribbon, Volume 19, Issue 8, 1 September 1947, Page 8

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Mrs. Kasper Writes from Pasadena, Los Angeles 1311 Mentor Avenue, Pasadena, California. August Ist, 1947. Dear Sisters, I would like to tell you a little about our stay in Pasadena, Mrs. LeeCow ie’s home. When Mrs. Mackie and I arrived from Salt Lake City, we were met by Mrs. Cowie and the Pastor of her Church the Rev. Rival Hawkins. Mrs. Cowie is uoing a wonderful work here. Her whole life is given to good works. She is conducting a .prayer crusade. Instead of the Hatchet, a group of women, about 50 sometimes, after a prayer meeting, visit hotel singing, reading portions of Scripture and praying. They have been received respect fullv and it has aroused Churches which are doing something to help. Mrs. Cowie holds a prayer meeting every WednesO' afternoon in her home, and T was privileged to he present. Mrs. Lowie is loved by all here, and 1 feel the “White Ribbon” sisters in New Zealand feels she belongs to them too, and would like to hear of her She is now v*, and rises everv morning, and nreakfasts with the family. On Sunday at 9.45 am. she teaches in an adult Sunday School, then often goes miles out of Pasadena to preach. Last Sunday ...*s. .uackie and I went with her. It was 99 in the shade. She will do the same tomorrow. She preached an excellent sermon. She is

just as alert as ever, has an answer to every question. We shall be leaving for home or, September 6th, and what a lot we shall have to tell. With kind regards to my “VVhite Ribbon’’ sisters. • Yours in service, AMY KASPER. Mrs. Hickson and the "Bring and Buy M My Dear Winnie. The days are getting longer now, aren’t they? John come in for tea till it’s too dark to see anything, and that’s a bit of a nuisance, Still, as he says, the work in the garden’s got to be done. Well, it’s the same every year. Pm sure I don’t know why 1 bother to get tea ready before I see the last of the sun. I’ve been baking today. Our W.C.T.U. meeting is tomorrow, and we have started to have a Bring and Buy. Our secretary thought it would be a good idea. Some of the ladies sail they thought it he a lot of work and they didn’t th’nk we needed to do it. But she said no one need to do a lot specially for it, it they just brought along any little thine they had, such as a few plants, or a lettuce, or two or three of the scones they were making that morning for their morning tea, or any old thing. Well, w r e started two months ago, and really it makes quite a hit of money and people are on the look-out to see what there is and are as keen a< mustard to get something. The president

it creates interest, and I suppose ' does. So this morning I just made >ome of the old sort of rock cakes we used to have at home- you know the kind—and how we used to go after them. Mum tried to keep them out of sight, but the boys always seemed to mell where they were. 1 made a good lot, ami used a bit more dripping than we used to, and they’re very nice, if Ido say it myself. They’ll sell ail right. t ... You'll remember that little old piece W e used to say about little drops of water and little grains of sand making the mighty ocean, etcetera. W ell, it does seem to remind me of that when all the little bits come along for the Bring and Buy. There’s nothing big, and yet we make such a lot of money with it. It’s one way of helping that anvone can do. Lorna’s husband’s been having boils. Awful, ihey are. The doctor has given him something to put in his hath water, and Lorna was nearly weeping over the telephone this morning when she toiu me it had made the hath all brown and even the walls. However, if it stops the boils it’ll he worth it, for if there's one . thing more than another that makes a man a trial to his wife, it’s them* I must stop. It’s bedtime. Love from John and Meg.