The Mount Mary Hospital is located just a few feet from the Hurst-Snyder Hospital in Hazard. There is considerable hospital traffic along this short section of High Street and Fleet Street, traffic to and from these institutions.
Looking at the entrance of Mount Mary, I can see patients whose beds have been placed near the second floor windows...and they are children. I watch them every day; now and then I wave to a little fellow who stands in a crib or leans his head into the window. Now and then one of them waves back, and I'm glad when that happens because I know he is better.
Over the past couple of weeks, the faces in the windows have changed several times. And always there are new faces of adults, some smiling in one window, others serious and unsmiling in another.
On the street I see many hospital visitors, families and friends of those inside. Now and then I speak to someone waiting on the sidewalk in front of Mount Mary or on the corner of Hurst-Snyder. It's not hard to make friends with persons who are in trouble.
A few days ago I ran into a tall, smiling man on the sidewalk. I'd never seen him before, but I spoke and asked him if he had folks in the hospital. "Yes sir, I do!" he beamed. "My wife just gave me a nine pound girl." And before I could congratulate him, he continued, "I don't have a single cigar with me, I just gave a whole box away."
I told him I didn't smoke cigars. I then gave him a cigar that another new father had given me a few hours before. He took it and thanked me. "Now, ain't that nice," he said as he walked away with a man who had been standing with him. 1952