Showing posts with label Jimmie Livingston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jimmie Livingston. Show all posts

8.5.10

Friday, January 19, 1945


Movies afternoon and evening in the Rec Hall - Jimmy made his debut as a pianist at the 188th yesterday at the Detachment Mess birthday party. Played about 50 minutes - they gathered around later, he said. He'll play tomorrow night at the Officers' Club - fingers crossed for him. We want him to come in to the Detachment but he's ready to be assigned and the rule is that the patients go to a Replacement Pool, and go out from there whether or not their own hospital wants them. He's not going back to combat, so the psychiatrist says - nor home. So some UK detachment will be lucky. Jimmie was at a Red Cross hut somewhere in Germany after two weeks of bombardment, a gun in each hand, obscured by mud, a week's growth of beard, half asleep...somebody handed him a record for the Vic and it was his own arrangement of the piece and the band he did it for. Like Barney finding my chapter on thoroughbreds in the New Hebrides. Two birthday parties - coffee with Jimmie in patients' mess - club later where the medicos were discussing malingerers. Interesting. (pictured: Rec Hall)

2.5.10

Tuesday, January 16, 1945


No one to show my Red Cross stuff to in London Monday, so I'm to write the whole story and will send it on. Was most amused to get a clipping from the Columbus Dispatch from Dad which had been taken from a letter I wrote Helen C. Seems everyone in town read it. I particularly laughed over the part where I fell asleep in the Allied Officers' Club lounge...I much prefer to edit my material when it's going to newspapers! The picture of Jeanne and me accompanied it. Letters from Durham, Johnny, Faye, Lou G., and a luscious package of glamor from Maria.

The radio program today was "A Big Bowl of Crepes Suzettes" with Jimmy Livingston playing Gershwin, and Lt Joe Snyder from Flora Ill. singing divinely. He sang with the St. Louis Municipal Opera. Jimmie talked to me for about four hours PM and evening about his army and musical history - and how he cracked up under 88's. trench mortars, and much gun fire near Aachen. Bless him - I hope we can keep him here with our band - plans are on foot. Had a rousing Bingo Evening - new patients. Capt E. and I talked until midnight in the club. Ham Greene called me from London during inspection!
WASHINGTON, DEC 9 - (Special to the Dispatch) - A former Columbus girl, Miss Virginia Cooley, now serving with the Red Cross in an Army hospital in England, writes Washington relatives of her attempts to cheer the wounded men and to keep them busy at handicrafts. She's getting ready for the hospital Christmas celebration now.
She is the daughter of W.V. Cooley of Galena, Ohio, and the sister of Col. Kenton Parkes Cooley, formerly stationed at Fort Hayes barracks, now on duty with the infantry in Washington. Miss Cooley was formerly employed as interviewer with the Ohio State Unemployment Service in Columbus and is a graduate of Ohio State University.
"Christmas is the big thing," she writes. "We're cutting cans into stars, saving plexi-glass shavings for snow, making cardboard canes, collecting cellophane from cigarets, etc. The men are so wonderful at helping and of course, it's occupational therapy in a way.
"I gave two or three dozen birthday parties in the wards last month, serving cake, but most of all I like to give them felt fur slippers, and teach them to make things like belts and teddy bears."
Continuing, she tells of the life of a Red Cross worker in England now.
"This has been a typical evening. Worked in the wards delivering books and stationery today. It's been misting and drizzling cold rain all day. I can now take it like a proper English woman. Went to town, dozed from sheer fatigue before the fire at the Allied Officers' Club (British), had dinner with some people at the Red Cross Officers' Club, including a colonel from our neighboring hospital who is doing marvelous plastic surgery there. I was at their dance last night, and had a delightful time. Their club is much more luxurious than ours, since our hospital was only set up last May, and still is undergoing some growing pains.
"Tomorrow morning I'm going on a three-day leave. Shall visit Cardiff, which is said to be a most lively and attractive city. I have so little time away from here I feel I should see as much as possible. I have "attended" on several afternoon tours to nearby places of interest, such as Marlborough College, Gloucester, Broadway, visited cloisters and cathedrals, eaten crumpets, etc., but actually what I need is a good sleep in a private room. We are most congenial but the life of a goldfish has its drawbacks. I am very tired and have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow. These trains are an experience!"
(Photo: Miss Virginia Cooley, now serving with the Red Cross in England, is shown prior to her departure for overseas, with her niece, Mrs. Horace Greeley, of Washington, D.C., both formerly of Columbus. Mrs. Greeley, daughter of Col. and Mrs. Kenton Parkes Cooley of Washington has not seen her husband, Maj. Greeley, formerly of Columbus, for four years. He is a prisoner in the Philippines.)

28.4.10

Wednesday, January 10, 1945




Had a patient Talent Night, off the cuff. Nobody at rehearsal, but Dusty wasn't worried. Found a Lt who sings beautifully at the last minute - he sang "Mandalay" and "One Alone" - we wept, it was so wonderful to hear a good fresh voice over here. Joe Crowe sang "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes" - what a love of a boy he is - sincere and dependable. So sorry to lose him. Jimmie Livingston threw us with his really liquid piano playing - Gershwin particularly. He's another sweet-cute character, has home bonds at home, and a Packard in storage. Now in a psycho-neurotic ward for nerves, but the piano helps. Wish he could stay here.

F/Lt Parker came over to kiss me goodbye as he is flying to Antwerp in the AM to look over an RAF base there. Promised me some perfume from Brussels. Gave him a suitable farewell to last two weeks, when he's due back.

Had four birthday cakes today.
(pictured: Jimmie Livingston, at work)