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The Alan Gregg Papers

Letter from Barbara Cairns to Alan Gregg pdf (102,612 Bytes) transcript of pdf
Letter from Barbara Cairns to Alan Gregg
Cairns thanks Gregg for the Rockefeller Foundation support in the 1920s that allowed her husband, Hugh Cairns, to remain at his neurosurgery institute.
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1952-08-05 (August 5, 1952)
Cairns, Barbara
Gregg, Alan
Reproduced with permission of David Cairns.
Exhibit Category:
"Rockefeller Man" in Brazil and Europe, 1919-1930
Metadata Record [Diary entry on visit to Hugh Cairns's house] (January 23, 1929) pdf (61,441 Bytes) transcript of pdf
Metadata Record Letter from Richard M. Pearce to Alan Gregg (February 13, 1929) pdf (138,726 Bytes) transcript of pdf
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Folder Number: 11
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Letters (correspondence)
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AG- 8/8/57-29 Charlbury Road
August 5th 1952
Dear Dr. Gregg,
Thank you for writing to me.
But for you, would Hugo have ever succeeded in rising to [. . .] he has [. . .]? You knew we hadn't the means of paying our weekly food bills when the Rockefeller Trust, through you, came to our rescue, and enabled him to stick to his neurosurgery institute of every[?] kind of [. . .] difficulty ([. . .] opposition). Neither of us have ever forgotten this.
I know I oughtn't to wish[?] those weeks of increasing weakness and distress (but, thank God, [. . .]) to be still going on, but I can't help this sometimes coming into my mind; [. . .] were peaceful, and time stood still, and he was still here, and we could be quietly together, for more hours really than an ordinary life has given us over years. He always drove himself
so very hard, as you know, and think I was occasionally thrown to the wolves too! During those last weeks we had peaceful companionship.
I know it will relieve your mind if I tell you, assure you, [. . .] he never had the desolation of lost hope. He fought his own enemy with the same [. . .] confidence that had made him so wonderful to his [. . .] (whom he thought and spoke of to the end); and when hope had really gone for the watchers, he had slipped away into unreality. He didn't always remember even who was ill.
He had a good life, didn't he, and didn't waste it. Thank you again for your [. . .]
Yours v. sincerely
Barbara Cairns.
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