“Somebody introduced her to me as Mrs. [S.], and she said, ‘Call me Anne.’ Well, that did it.”
The wives
Late in June 1935, Dr. Bob and Bill W. found a third alcoholic at Akron’s City Hospital, a lawyer named Bill D. (855 Ardmore, in I Just Work Here, tells how.) Dr. Bob told the lawyer’s wife, Henrietta D., “The little woman wants to see you at the house.” She didn’t want to go. A friend drove her anyway.
“When Anne came to the door, I said, ‘Are you Mrs. [S.]?’” Henrietta remembered. “And she said, ‘Anne to you, my dear.’ That broke the ice.” She took them for rich people, and later found that Bob and Anne didn’t have a cent either. Then, for about a year, Anne called her every single morning to ask whether she had had her quiet time. “Anne calling me every day meant everything to me,” Henrietta said.
Anne urged the wives who were already coming to seek out the newcomers’ wives, even at their homes. Early in 1936, Henrietta wrote years later, Anne started a women’s group for the wives of alcoholics, and tried to teach them “patience, love, and unselfishness.”
Meanwhile the house filled up. Anne “never knew who would be on her davenport when she got up in the morning,” one regular said. In 1938 a man from Detroit, Archie T., arrived too frail and too broke to look for work, and stayed ten months. He was quietly planning to kill himself, he said later, when Anne told him that as long as she and Bob had a home, it would be his home too. He went back to Detroit sober and started AA there.
Money was still short. Some nights Bob and Anne had bread and milk for dinner, a Cleveland wife remembered, and there was always more for guests, served “just as graciously as though it had been a complete turkey dinner.” When Frank Amos, sent by John D. Rockefeller Jr. to look into the new movement, visited in 1938, he found Anne with her hands full “with the home and with her work with wives of alcoholics, also with an occasional woman alcoholic who turns up.”
It’s 1935, in Akron. Henrietta D.’s husband, a lawyer, is in the hospital, and two strangers are trying to sober him up. One of them, Dr. Bob, tells her his wife would like to see her.
Henrietta doesn’t want to go. She tells a friend with a car so, and the friend says she’s taking her anyway. At the door she asks if this is Mrs. S., and Anne says, “Anne to you, my dear.”
After that, for about a year, Anne calls her every single morning. “Did you have your quiet time? Did you get anything special out of it?”
Henrietta’s husband stays sober for the rest of his life. Years later, she still remembers those calls. “Anne calling me every day,” she says, “meant everything to me.”