ABSTRACT
O ur second daughter, Cynthia Robbins, was born in May 1941 while I was on a semester leave from Harvard. At the time, I had finished the Ziwet lectures in Ann Arbor, and was studying in New Haven. Thus, Cynthia arrived in the New Haven Hospital. Dorothy had real trouble-she suffered a severe hemorrhage after the birth. Fortunately, the nurse in attendance caught it in time to order treatment, but it was a severe shock for Dorothy and me. After the birth, Dorothy and Cynthia moved to Norwalk, Connecticut, to be with my mother and Marjorie; our older daughter, Gretchen, was already there. It was good to have their help with the new baby.
